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Jun 2016
No it won't be the witches that'll burn in this time.
No more black magic found in ramshackle towns.

Ring round the witch, burn her to ash, up into the sky she goes.

No it won't be the witches that'll burn in this time.

No more savage guess work, just savage lies.

Pile on top of rumor and gossip wheel and let the accusations fly.

Bring you torch, bring your sword, bring your bible out back;
we found a threat that we strapped to the rack.

Confess or deny, civil rights and laws don't apply.

Burn the witch for thought, burn the witch for money, burn the witch for ***** face or to claim humility.

But it won't be the witches that'll burn in this time, they'll get shamed in broad daylight for someone elses crime.
Jester
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Jester  Verona
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