WiccaHate my people for what you seeWink away your tears from seaHate me for my mortal coverHate me forever for being a loverI am a witch, that is my confessThat is why I carry a black dressYou burned my antsists in a fireYou closed your eyes called them liarsI know I'm not a perfect personBut guilt you carry in a thirstenbecause you fear for death and painbecause you fear for cold and rainI put no salt in the wounds from the pasti don't take my memories and make them lastJust hear me out and drop your shieldListen to the voices of the witches you killedYou are week but admid and I will goShut your mouth and kiss me a blowKiss of forgiveness a kiss of revengeA kiss for a lifetime a kiss for intenceA kiss to drop another coffin to meA lasting kiss to help my missery beCutiing and slitting and biteing tooGod is not the one to forgive youI am but don't say you're sorry nowJust open your eyes, i'll show you howDear human let go of the saltKeep it of wounds and give a
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So beautiful! The expression is just spot on!