We burned people who were accused of being witches or practicing witchcraft...
never proven but still burned....
burned alive...
wether or not they were witches will remain unknown and why should it have mattered if they were, what excuse was that to have behaved so maliciously hateful and cruel
I will tell you this though if I had been a witch or knew any kind of witchcraft the first thing i would have done
is work out a fire proof charm perfected an unburnable spell an I can walk through the fire and feel a hell of a lot better after doing so spell a my blood and bones burn hotter than the sun spell a you better get that little matchstick outta my face spell before I show you how to burn THE REAL MONSTERS here spell
the monsters with the lust to watch flesh turn to cinder and ash monsters the monsters who feared the unordinary who showed any kind of extraordinary monsters the monsters of the masses with crosses that burned like torches monsters the monsters who screamed ****** in the name of....
monsters
the monsters who could not see their own reflection for the hideous creatures they were monsters
the same monsters that still live today on this side of the looking glasses under our thin skinned social structure
still burning witches
subtly now
with words of disdain full of pernicious intentions towards the lost and the lonely
with the cold staring eyes of indifference and hearts without an once of compassion towards the homeless and hungry
with the revulsion and abhorrence towards those who love the ones they love
the witches being any unordinary that show any kind of extraordinary still being feared for their difference still being hated reduced to nothing but pill size suicides red ribboned wrists rope neck ties for feeling too much pushing too far flying too high dancing in cinder to ash being burned burned for being alive