We The Mistresses of Voodoo

We are three sister, scorned by one man, yet we hold the darkest secret of all that none can truly comprehend, so let them try and understand us, for they never will.

For one sister is fiery red as she holds his skull in sweet tender embrace, for she is the wife to death, an angel that watches over all those dying.

Another sister is earthly green but she holds the blood stained knife that cut so deep into harvesting flesh, she is of a murderously insanity for the need to consume is of an unnatural darkness, and those with everything can quickly lose it all.

And then there is me, for I'm of the bluest of oceans, as I hold the doll we cursed as you with. For this doll we made from your harvested flesh that we cut from your fields of greed, and you so willingly gave us this power you unwittingly consumed, your body of power you fed it with unnatural sources so we took revenge from those your scorned.

For we are the three sisters of voodoo and we used that your power you demanded from us back against you, for you demanded what you could not contain, you power was given out of kindness which you scorned and betrayed so now it is once again our own gain.