Oh poor occult
They won't feel you,
Won't let you do.
Because they won't trust you
So you will argue.
You will handle each other,
gossip in the back.
You won't be better.
You will just be in lack.
Friends will disappear,
And let you in big fear.
So you see the result.
Oh poor occult.
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