Sunday, July 30, 2006



Wicked woman
There's evil in this village
You must confess
Your pact with the devil

Never mind your generous cures
Nor the good deeds done
You're odd and peculiar
A Pagan most unclean

Holy crucible
Our pious obsession
To clean your soul
Regardless what it truly holds

Light the torches
Hot and bright
A religious frenzy
Burning all in sight