Greedy gods and greedier men,
one time intended to do us all in.
One hundred and twenty people,
in one village alone,
men women and children,
into the blazes were thrown.
"Destroy them all," said these 'holy' men,
"The lord will know his own"
Inquisitorial flames, burned through the names,
vengeful slander had listed,
And as the fires lent the churches fame,
our peaceful traditions were twisted.
In a white house in the town of salem,
Many and innocent died.
People lined up to speak against them,
and for preacher's money they lied.
The blood of over nine million non-beleivers was spilled,
In the name of a god supposedly loveing,
and while the innocent were killed,
the popes vaults to the brim with gold were filled.
But greed and hatred have a way of failing,
And to this day we survive.
And law, instead of church, is now prevailing,
insuring our freedom to thrive.
So without a twich i can say, "indeed im a witch"
and be proud, happy, alive. |
