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I'm glad that they don't see me much, 'cause they'd blame me for all the sins. I healed a man with single touch; They called me witch forever since. They don't remember countless times when they got help with no payback. They hate me after — mind you — once I forced a man out of my shack and he went missing. Folks assumed that witch's the perfect one to blame. I clearly pictured me entombed as they were screaming like insane to **** me, break my house down. As if that drunckard on his pat could not get lost in swamp and drown while running scared by a bat. Whole town is against me now. Whole but a lonely little maid. I think for that i shall endow her, if she's not afraid. I'll grant her powers I possess, No secrets I will left consealed, She will control this evil place And hopefully, it will be healed. Those people's hatred gave a birth to evil essense in this land. Without my kin it will unearth, Against its wrath they won't withstand... But I will leave this cursed lands. I'll be accused for curse as well, as noone here understands: I did not cast, I curbed that spell...
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Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 10:09 AM UTC
Broken witch
I'm glad that they don't see me much, 'cause they'd blame me for all the sins. I healed a man with single touch; They called me witch forever since. They don't remember countless times when they got help with no payback. They hate me after — mind you — once I forced a man out of my shack and he went missing. Folks assumed that witch's the perfect one to blame. I clearly pictured me entombed as they were screaming like insane to **** me, break my house down. As if that drunckard on his pat could not get lost in swamp and drown while running scared by a bat. Whole town is against me now. Whole but a lonely little maid. I think for that i shall endow her, if she's not afraid. I'll grant her powers I possess, No secrets I will left consealed, She will control this evil place And hopefully, it will be healed. Those people's hatred gave a birth to evil essense in this land. Without my kin it will unearth, Against its wrath they won't withstand... But I will leave this cursed lands. I'll be accused for curse as well, as noone here understands: I did not cast, I curbed that spell...
vseslav-kochenov
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Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 10:09 AM UTC
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