The Devil’s Whore

It was God’s choice and will.

We are but humble servants following his way.

Curse the dark one and turn away.

His whispers of lust and murder can’t harm us!

Those women were guilty of their words.

It’s their fault that my goat died even if I forgot to feed it.

Gather the rope and gather the crowd.

It is the fault of those witches.

It’s almost amusing she spoke.

Turn your ears, my people, don’t listen to the whispers.

It’s almost pathetic how you don’t realize she added.

The holy girls point and shout.

She’s a witch, a witch!

Her laugh is like honey and like the sweetest of apple cider.

The witch’s lips turn up and show the pearls of white.

She’s nothing more than a whore.

Nothing more than slut!

My hands are clean and my mind is clear she spoke.

Everyone stayed silent before the judge looked down.

His gaze cold that wind seems to freeze.

You dare mock us? You are not clean nor holy. You dance with the devil!

The witch lifted her head and smile.

No.