When you live the 'life isolated,'
You do as the land and life allows you to do.
You live off the land and the land lives off you.
And if you become sick on this land,
Your only remedy might come from the land...
Or, if the sickness is stronger than nature,
Black magic might need to be sought out.
And in the back of your mind,
As the sage burns and the chicken blood is splattered,
The question should be begged... What The Hell Could Go Wrong?
COL
You do as the land and life allows you to do.
You live off the land and the land lives off you.
And if you become sick on this land,
Your only remedy might come from the land...
Or, if the sickness is stronger than nature,
Black magic might need to be sought out.
And in the back of your mind,
As the sage burns and the chicken blood is splattered,
The question should be begged... What The Hell Could Go Wrong?
COL
WHAT THE HELL COULD GO WRONG
(Central Okefenokee Swamp)
The fortnight living nightmare started as a high pitch ringing deep inside Ben Coltson's left ear.
Then came the blurred vision, then came the slurred speech and then came the hallucinations.
Old wives tales medication was useless... it was now time to pay a visit to the only doctor around.
That doctor, Momma Sue, practiced old magic... voodoo magic... zombie magic... dangerous magic... unpredictable swamp magic.
COL
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