Tuesday, January 24, 2006

History Search and Replace

I'm confused so perhaps I should destroy you.
I didn't understand, so I think I should ignore you.

What is that? Speaking again?
Surprising me with the unknown?

Now I have to banish what
I'm too afraid to be shown.

There are witches in the forest,
and in the mountains,
and on the sand.

Witches will come to get you
unless you crush them on their land.

Excuse me but didn't you hear?
We want none of what you have to say.
Just because you've been there
doesn't mean you get to stay.

Oh shit, what's this,
behind two lurk four more.
Tighten up those windows,
lock up your heavy doors.

Sharpen up your knives,
stock up food, and masks, and fuel.
I'm about to let you know that
you've been neighbors with a ghoul.

There are witches in the forest,
and in the mountains,
and on the sand.

Witches will come to get you
unless you crush them on their land.

I'll burn you down to ashes.
Plucking out dissent leaves flowers grown my way
-- in polished semi-circles for me not you to play.

And in their centers we'll tell stories
through smiles we took from God.
And be sure to laugh and join us
Or we'll clip you with a nod.

There are witches in the forest,
and in the mountains,
and on the sand.

Witches will come to get you,
unless you crush them on their land.

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