June 10, 2013 · 10:49
She’s a witch, casting spells in the night
I saw her dancing with the devil in delight
I saw her too, said an old rickety man
She gave me gout after she spat in a can
And I too, said another in the back of the court
She gave me fits now my face is contort
She took my babe, barely weaning too
And where he is, I’ve not a clue
Aye, I saw a babe in arms, killed by the devils charm
In yonder wood, I saw a fleeing from it a woman in a hood
There’s the witch, there, there
They pointed accusingly
All the fingers outstretched were pointing towards me
I was lynch mobbed and nothing I could do
Would save me from this preview
They were wretched and afraid
And very dismayed by the events unfolding in town
They knew there was a witch to be had, but she couldn’t be found
So it was me, the prettiest one
The one with long golden hair
I was the witch this time round
And whether I was innocent or not, they didn’t care
So I was took to the gallows and strangled to death
And just as I took one last breath, onto a fire I was thrown
Nobody cried that day for me, I died all alone
But there will be another girl someday in the near future
Whose fate will be the same as mine and fate will find her and suture her demeanor, until bad luck has ceased
Or maybe never it will cease
Maybe this will be a continuous flow of innocent murders by the townsfolk who think they are doing godly works
Instead they just act like jerks
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