You want some convincing?
As I cold read your will,
There is no turning back.
My witchy precision like a lazor,
Never indoctrinated to their doctrines,
I, Fortune-teller, telling the unfortunate,
At first, all were skeptical,
Oozing resentment upon my witchcraft,
Usually scariest is the truth.
Woven with darkness of Voodoo,
Is my burned black Ouijah Board,
Let it predict your future,
Let it in!
Open doors to your soul now!
Now they are convinced without resentment,
Not without ‘My Ouijah Board Convincer.