The Witch

Hunt the witch

For she deserves to be burned

Hunt the witch

As her trial means nothing

She has too many scars

She is not green

Nor is she ridden with warts

She is the worst of all the beasts

For what lies within her heart

I am the witch

I am the one who has cast a plague

Of bot flies that rip apart the soul

I am the one who drinks poison

To see my undoing

The witch is lustful

The witch is greedy

She is hurt

She is needy

She is a devil of sorts

Hang her for her crimes

Hunt the witch

for she deserves to die