Saturday, May 14, 2011

Supersticious Witches

supersticious witches get stiched up in body bags
never let them out now we are punishing these naughty hags
in the forest we've left trails from all the filthy bodies dragged
tossed in rivers sink or swimmer saint or sinner next comes fire
liar liar we won't trust a word you say
hunt them down til they are tired and they cannot run away
raise the stakes and burn the flesh
laugh at blisters as they fester getting worser kill the curser
murder is for dinner tonight
drag her down and hold her so tight
loving their cries brings us delight
use red pokers take their eyesight
leave them scarred and hurt and maimed
call them insane enjoy their pain
hit them again break their bones
shattered bodies crushed by stones
never never forget ever how evil these witches were
buried in the deep deep dirt
skirts torn up pointy hats tossed
destroyed all their secrets are lost
cost us nothing but their lives
it's no wonder that they hide.

My internet situation is touch and go right now.  So sorry if I don't always comment back immediatey but I promise I will.


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  2. quite a vivid story you tell here.

  3. You did really great. I'm just surprised you can still get on here and write. Lol.

  4. great poem! I liked it a lot.

  5. Hmmm, could be a horror film all in itself.

  6. the intro of this poem reminded me of like a late 90's gangsta rap. Kinda awesome! haha.

  7. Thanks for that, I loved it.

  8. Makes me think of the "Burning Times"....


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