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Deathly Chill

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If you know me and have had a chance to have your fortune told, you will know how accurate divining can actually be.

My special gift is being able to read people's energy patterns through things they touch. Alot of times, I use the change in their pockets.

If you are in Newfoundland, I encourage you to book a reading. It's quite fun to see what the spirits in your life have been aching to let you in on.

Sunday, September 10, 2017

Numbers - a poem by me, Gipsie Lee


Not all the same are we

Some of us we’re not like you

Before, we lived for you to die

And now, in life we die, you see

For on the earth, we roam so lost

Our souls belong to Hel



A part of us is gone, you see

The sorrow very well,

We can try to uplift you

Try to help you understand

Show you what a human should be

Even try to lend a hand



But it never does erase

The past we had before

Once you are a reaper

It’s not something you ignore



So rise above the turmoil ants

Fight your wars, or live to flee

Hide amongst the street lights

For in the dark we'll be



I am not here to hurt you

I am merely here to kill

It is not quite beneath you

But at least I bear no ill.

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