those witches burnt in era’s passed by boldest lies so made of glass a sign of all to come, perchance some vision, what would be at last evil long flipped things around corrupting all right through the ground raped our children — held the crown buried truth to not be found took such power — turned us dark ensuring we would leave no mark we’d give it all right to some shark who’d rot our soul and take our spark this man, the pawn, and all he’d done that evil people would not shun it showed us what we had become his great mistake — to think he’d won a demon-lord would take the fall their wicked doings built a squall they’d suck up evil, hold it all we’d break their spirit, make them crawl us women who they would see burn for all the hope and love we yearn they'd learn at last what it would earn the stake was set — it was their turn
