The Accusers (3rd hour)

I donned on my black boots readying myself for war

Tied my hair into knots with twigs and rope

Placing my hands upon the dirt and vowing whispers to my sisters

I will awaken with thee

And open a path of serenity

So mote it be

Floating around a crowd filled demonious hatred, pointing and shouting at me

Stating that my kind is the one in pact with the evil one

While they drown and burn us due to their sanctimonious irony

As I approach the platform they spit upon me

The rope passes my crown and fastened tight upon my neck

The face of God appears to me as she whispers that the Devil drives their souls

Leaving me with my last words before I am hung

Forgive them, for they do not know






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