the black magic

The black magic

It has a way in our lives

You believe it or you don't

The black magicians will stay

Some will charge you high

For the services they provide

Love potion or attraction mantra

The black magicians will chant

I always remember

How my sister got charmed

How love turn bad

When she found out

The black art rendered in

She would have red dots on her legs

Every full moon she got it

Until she went to Kelantan

She found a good man

Who managed to cure her red dots

It had been years now

She is living fine

But the art of black magic

People still go to them

Finding love and sex

The love potion selling well