How to Be a Witch
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How to Be a Witch
Seek obscure narratives of the non demure They erased by asking questions about any radiant existence They defamed never stalling or wavering in your curiosity or persistence They tamed discovery of who you are and who you come from They hate remembering the past as it truly was and not as They claim including everything They did with divine offense and have yet to do and They will if you have the magic to demand a fair trial when They throw the book at you while blind to doctrines of faith They threaten sacred holy bodies and spit in your face as They scald the fertile earth with fire and brimstone They unleash inside and outside manmade prison churches They built with no shame or irony to glorify the docket They uphold with false testimony and manufactured prayers They stole your spirit of life and try to seal your fate as They distribute faux justice for worldly egos and namesakes to ensure Their wickedness remains everlasting and eternal once you and others illuminate Their sins and blasphemies burning bright in the light of heaven standing righteous and tall at the stake absorbing and emitting the flames of your truth The Truth that will torch evil and save all who will to see who have yet to live who have yet to believe every single sacrilegious hypocrisy A men.
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