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.
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