As the women prepare baths
And the men start the bon fires
The floating rose pedal halves
Cold gives way to warm desires
Effigies of Brigid dressed in lace
To welcome in spring fertility
Blessed by Brigid in this place
There is an increase of virility
The seeds are thus planted
In advance of spring showers
While the goddess enchanted
Come spring comes flowers
The cold and dark near the close
As the bucks move in on the does
She was the one they called wild.
Labeled when she’s still a child.
“Shes a witch” they cried out.
She was different. No doubt.
But her history has been filed.
At 19 she burned at the stake,
But only after her Orleans wake.
But that’s the course of man’s fear:
That women take what’s dear.
The testimonies they tried to fake.
You see, before she was twenty,
She out performed men a plenty.
Her courage was truly unmatched,
But Burgundy’s plan was hatched.
And to a fiery death went she.
Witch or not, she had divine spark,
And got the dreaded witch’s mark
Her life was glorious, but short,
When she failed the bishop’s court.
But now she is [Saint] Joan of Arc.
Well, let’s just get right to the meat
And talk about all of the deceit
About how big pharma is being snide
Vaccines made with formaldehyde
But its not even safe for us to eat
The wolves disguised as sheep
Priests molesting the little peep.
Holidays placed to hide others
(From a religion that smothers)
With believers in way too deep
Which brings us to the danger
Religions that bring fear and anger
The Malleus Maleficarum book
Aimed at every cranny and nook
To get the witches on the hook
The “Church” needs to be in control
But that’s not how the witches roll
So the church dropped the hammer
To put all the witches in the slammer
But failed to wipe witchcraft as a whole
That is why witches were so feared
That when their name was smeared
Not only did they refuse to let go
But with men they went toe to toe
They were more powerful than appeared
Everywhere we look, deceit is there
There is even enough of it to spare
The witches know all too well
But they fought and never fell
Without them we don’t have a prayer
She draws power from the moon
She’ll dance to a wicked tune
And push him to his upper limit
Then cast spells. Candles dim lit.
With her touch he will swoon
The wild feminine of the witch
Satisfies the magus’s sexual itch
His muse. His inspirational bae
A love poem that will not sway
This is the power of the witch
The snakes cometh out to see
The high vibrations, that of she
Like insects flight into the light
Her charm he can not truly fight
But, likewise, the magus is her he
For all the power she possesses
Her love she ultimately confesses
For in him she finds solid ground
And fight for him to be around
To him she moves and coalesces
I gaze upon the water from the hill
Everything is so unnaturally still
Lightning and thunder start to hit
I fear there’s about to be some shit
The calm before the storm I feel
On second glance I see lit runes
Summoning witches’ typhoons
Evil has corrupted the lands
Tis now in the witches’ hands
To destroy the evil tycoons
The runes rise into the sky
And lightning strikes from high
The elite tycoons’ armies fall
Lightning jumps like a ball
The tycoons’ time is nigh
When the shit hits the fan
Rises the witches of the land
The sisters of earth and moon
Elemental forces released soon
Under their perfect little plan
When the earth is in pain
Witches remove the stain
And they don’t give a damn
Even if you are their fam
Evil you won’t do again
Remember the lesson here
Witches hold the land dear
And come to her very aid
When evil is fully conveyed
There’s not much they fear
Terra * Redeo 