Wicca
Among the most natural of things you could see
The Practice of Wicca is something magickal to behold
Something far greater in wonder than you or me
Its a sight to see, or so I've been told
This ancient craft is as old as our kind
Yet the New Ones Sought to Kill the ones they said would sin
They bear no grudge, they heed you no mind
Forgiveness is the way of the Pagan,
The world is to be worshiped
But not admired from afar
Unlike the bud of a rose a gardener has nipped
The Beauty of the world, they seek to not mar
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