The witches
By beamish
Burn the witches? Well then burn me also. Free thinking isn't a sin. They
paid with their flesh never repenting.
I stay hidden scared of redemption.
I've walked at their graves and pondered that day would I be that brave
or would have I just ran away.
A mighty man I claim to be they were actually the giants roaming the
lands of man. Threatening beliefs that God said question.
I can feel their ashes filling my mind their strength their honor transcending
time.
I feel their tears running as if they were mine - the fire - the flames
dancing in my mind.
The Heroes of our day shouldn't be on the tv. The goddess of life the people
we should long to be. So set free your path but understand there is a price.
Be the witch the seeker of truth. Just be ready for that day when they
come with the torch and tell you to say. I repent my sins let the cleansing
begin. Just look to the sky and smile. The fire will burn only for
awhile, but your soul will swim free amongst the trees for eternity