In ancient times, with spells and chants,
The witches worked their magic dance.
They used their grimoires as their guide,
To change reality with symbols inside.
Black magic, witchcraft, all the same,
A way to manipulate and claim,
Their power over the world around,
With propaganda, spells, and sound.
And now we see the same old game,
In modern science, it's all the same.
With witch doctors, and corruption too,
The industry sells us snake oil anew.
Pharmakeia, the right to privacy,
All lost in the name of corporate piracy.
But still, we hold onto our faith,
Praying for healing, in a world of wraiths.
The fallacies of scientism and materialism,
Ignoring the terrain theory's realism.
We must learn to see beyond the veil,
And know that true healing will never fail.