The Cage Cyrch A Chwta My style

Power you can’t bottle and sell, magick is not something to quell; Her heels click just like a bombshell, able to fuel and cast a spell; Toxic rumors grow and dispel; Throwing judgement without intel, they scream furious ‘Burn the witch!’ She flipped a switch so very well; Wildfire licks at backwards language ingrained from a very young age; The four corners consume their rage, energy goes on a rampage; Countering with the truth’s message, it cleans the air with soothing sage; Seeing through all their false idols, young disciples control the cage.