Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Witchy Poo
Tonight,
Disguised
As beasts
Of
Burden, we
Force
Ourselves
Into the eyes
Of the
LIARS
Who made
Us mumble
Praise
As
Though
It were
Truth.
Tonight!
We dance
As witches,
And
Run
From those
Who
Force
Normal on us
Like it were
Rape.
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