Recipie one:

"Round about the cauldron go; In the poison'd entrails throw.— Toad, that under cold stone Days and nights hast thirty-one Swelter'd venom sleeping got, Boil thou first i' the charmed pot!

Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches' mummy, maw and gulf Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark, Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark, Liver of blaspheming Jew, Gall of goat and slips of yew Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse, Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips, Finger of birth-strangled babe Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,— Make the gruel thick and slab:

Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble."

Recipie two:

In a cauldron dark, with shadows cast, A witch concocts a brew, so grim and vast. Fetal Bovine Serum, from cows unborn, Innocence lost, as night turns to morn.

Aborted fetal cells, a macabre blend, Their haunting secrets, to the potion, lend. African Monkey Kidneys, an eerie affair, Stirred in with dread, a concoction rare.

E.Coli, a bacteria's dark embrace, Adding its venom to this cursed space. Porcine DNA, from pigs it's drawn, In this witch's brew, a sinister dawn.

Human embryonic lung cells, from despair, From lives that ended in the womb's cold snare. Together they dance, in the cauldron's spell, A potion of darkness, from which none can quell.

In the depths of night, with a wicked decree, This eldritch brew is conjured, as you can see. A potion of horrors, born from the grim, In the witch's cauldron, it's brewed to the brim.

Double, double, toil and trouble, Fire burn and cauldron bubble, In this unholy, cursed hour, A concoction born from darkness' power.