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They Burned Another Saint: Joan of Arc
Joan of Arc was the holiest one living in an era of kill-and-take, she led the French army against the British who were slowly advancing; was she forced to disguise herself as astutely as she could by wearing soldier's clothes to prevent brutal attacks and possible rape? Tied to a pillar like the Witches of Salem, she screamed in fiery blazes invoking angels for comfort while she was dying; they accused her of heresy, but her humble words were true and convincing... " I proclaim truth as Jesus of Bethlehem! " " Burn, warrior, burn for your lies until your bones turn into ashes! " Were the cruel insults of the raging British soldiers blocking out mercy; " I have seen saints, not demons: I ask for compassion, not sympathy! " Joan of Arc shouted Christ's name overwhelmed by smoke and flames. Who was to blame for her atrocious death? The British? The French? The Clergy? Who didn't have a tarnished conscience, not believing she was a true saint? " I forgive you for your madness; free me now, spare me the pain of agony! " She begged the mocking soldiers who didn't feel a bit of pity but continued to chant.
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