Burn The Witch
Thin lines blur into your realities
Enigmas unable to be seen blind
The light is shining bright into the tunnel
Do you see me at the bottom of the rabbit hole?
Am I a monster to you - like times of lore?
Would you burn me like they did in yore?
An urn drops dust into a zephyr whirlwind
Petals dance writhing in your oh grin
Creature of the night burned again
For being different deemed a sin
Fore having a different darker opinion
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