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As black wind changes

With torches and curses

The mob pursues her

Brings her to ground

So helpless

Deep within, they know

Their own wickedness

Yet they refuse - they ignore

Empowered by numbers

Hypocrisy enraged - frenzied

Purpose drawn from that evil they fear

With the heavens as witness

She's a witch, they shout - burn her

The devil's own, the roar - burn her

Satan's harlot, they cry - burn her

She's a witch, they shout - burn her

The devil's own, the roar - burn her

Satan's harlot, they cry - burn her

Consequences be damned

Rough hands bind her

Fastened to the post

Pyre bellows acrid smoke

She flails

Trembling and confused

The sacrifice burning

Deep within, they know

Their own wickedness

Purposed naiveté

For witch they will answer

Terrified, she sobs

Lace and flesh burns

She screams

And wonders why

She's a witch, they shout - burn her

The devil's own, the roar - burn her

Satan's harlot, they cry - burn her

She's a witch, they shout - burn her

The devil's own, the roar - burn her

Satan's harlot, they cry - burn her

By consequences they are damned

The truth forsaken by the self-righteous

Dictating that which they know not

At the cost of her life

At the cost of their souls

Intensifying their own

Burning beyond