Today's theme...a time before my time.
All I did was turn him away
He seemed to be a nice gentleman
And yet here I stand
Before the Constable and the town
I did nothing
I spoke no words
He is in no trance
His pride is but bruised
But I must burn?
My ankles are bare
But because I grew an inch
During the summer
That makes me not a Pagan
I am just a child
Mother, stop your wailing
And cut these strings from my wrists
The flames, how they hurt
Papa, do something!
Dear Lord in Heaven
I beg you to strike these devils
The smoke, how it chokes me
They call my screams chants
If I could
They would all know my wrath
And yet I have none
I am but a girl who refused a man
Put your fingers down
And help me
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