The weird sisters.

Like the weird sisters you plot and spread your twisted rot. For that is where our roots are planted, in the wizened willow tree all twisted and bare. Not one of you is fare, as you spread your toxic poison from your twisted lair. You cast your filthy black rot it pollutants the past and spreads so fast nothing good will ever last. I've burnt the past and all of you along with it. So now all four of you can kiss my ass.