Fate sutures death

She’s a witch, casting spells in the night

I saw her dancing with the devil in delight

I saw her too, said an old rickety man

She gave me gout after she spat in a can

And I too, said another in the back of the court

She gave me fits now my face is contort

She took my babe, barely weaning too

And where he is, I’ve not a clue

Aye, I saw a babe in arms, killed by the devils charm

In yonder wood, I saw a fleeing from it a woman in a hood

There’s the witch, there, there

They pointed accusingly

All the fingers outstretched were pointing towards me

I was lynch mobbed and nothing I could do

Would save me from this preview

They were wretched and afraid

And very dismayed by the events unfolding in town

They knew there was a witch to be had, but she couldn’t be found

So it was me, the prettiest one

The one with long golden hair

I was the witch this time round

And whether I was innocent or not, they didn’t care

So I was took to the gallows and strangled to death

And just as I took one last breath, onto a fire I was thrown

Nobody cried that day for me, I died all alone

But there will be another girl someday in the near future

Whose fate will be the same as mine and fate will find her and suture her demeanor, until bad luck has ceased

Or maybe never it will cease

Maybe this will be a continuous flow of innocent murders by the townsfolk who think they are doing godly works

Instead they just act like jerks

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