Double, double, toil and trouble
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes
About Me
- The Weird Sisters
- We witches are eternal, unearthly beings. The air, water, the wind and every breathing element that lives are under our thrall. Time means nothing to us. Every day, night, and every second we pollute the corrupted minds of humans and send them to their tragic ends.
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