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I contain within me the power to recover the wand
But I’m not interested in the feast.
Celebrate your victories, you fools
As they celebrate defeat.
I am marked at the ankle because of my breed
It is the sign of blasphemy.
You may denounce the words as I type them
But you can never take them off your screen.
Many men have died translating riddles
Fairy tales still in use today.
Your god specifically tells you not to judge
So who did you talk about today?
Oh did that hit one too many nerves?
Lets discuss adultery.
I believe that would be number 7
In your list of make believe.
You are also not allowed to covet your neighbor
Yet you have more than most in this world.
How much of your wealth do you hand out
And how much of it do you return to the herd?
With every fiber of my being I tried
To believe in your coveted tale.
I diligently watched each of you fall
And decided I didn’t want to fail.
You point fingers at people that do no wrong
Because of your deity.
Yet you profess to love your neighbors
With no ambiguity.
I believe your testaments are lies
Because you believe in what you wish.
I think everything you have ever stood for
You could serve on a small dish.
I’ve seen more morality in non believers
than have ever been in your fold.
You are obedient to fallible humans
Yet do as you are told.
Obedience is a great lure
If you are going to be part of the herd.
But if you want to be independently taken
Then you must fly like a bird.
You like to think that my kind
Can only be found in a ditch.
I’d like to tell you I care what you thought
But I’ll just leave you with “I’m a witch.”
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