Question

Bide the Wiccan Laws we must In Perfect Love and Perfect Trust.
Live and let live. Fairly take and fairly give.
Cast the Circle thrice about to keep the evil spirits out.
To bind the spell every time let the spell be spake in rhyme.
Soft of eye and light of touch, Speak little, listen much.
Deosil go by the waxing moon, chanting out the Witches' Rune.
Widdershins go by the waning moon, chanting out the baneful rune.
When the Lady's moon is new, kiss the hand to her, times two.
When the moon rides at her peak, then your hearts desire seek.
Heed the North wind's mighty gale, lock the door and drop the sail.
When the wind comes from the South, love will kiss thee on the mouth.
When the wind blows from the West, departed souls will have no rest.
When the wind blows from the East, expect the new and set the feast.
Nine woods in the cauldron go, burn them fast and burn them slow.
Elder be the Lady's tree, burn it not or cursed you'll be.
When the Wheel begins to turn, let the Beltane fires burn.
When the Wheel has turned to Yule, light the log and the Horned One rules.
Heed ye flower, Bush and Tree, by the Lady, blessed be.
Where the rippling waters go, cast a stone and truth you'll know.
When ye have a true need, hearken not to others' greed.
With a fool no season spend, lest ye be counted as his friend.
Merry meet and merry part, bright the cheeks and warm the heart.
Mind the Threefold Law you should, three times bad and three times good.
When misfortune is enow, wear the blue star on thy brow.
True in love ever be, lest thy lover's false to thee.
Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill: An ye harm none, do what ye will.

Answer 1

is tthis a poem

Answer 2

ehhhhhhhhhhhhhh kinda

Answer 3

what is it then lol

Answer 4

its what some of people live by

Answer 5

your name should be XxDorkxX

Answer 6

its like the bible but for a different religion

Answer 7

no u dork

Answer 8

lmao nah

Answer 9

lmao

Answer 10

thats you

Answer 11

no u

Answer 12

heres a poem lol

Answer 13

In the Labrynth
of the Troglodytes,
there broods a fallen Lord.
He rests his scaly, taloned hands,
upon The Slaughter Sword.

In his eyes
there burns a fire,
and caustic is his breath.
His minions crawl where shadows fall,
to curse their living death.

Above in the land,
where the great trees stand,
The Triple Goddess waits.
Her talisman, a pentacle,
seals the labrynth gates.

At all five points
of the sacred star,
a jet-black candle burns.
So mote it be for eternity,
The Law of Threefold Return.

From Otherworld
to Summerland,
the Wiccan Rede shall reign.
And on the four Great Sabbats' cast,
the sacred runes again.

Beware the curse
of Otherworld,
kneel now and prove thy worth
Give all respect do not neglect
thy debt to Mother Earth