Burn.

[darkness0within]

Burn.



A tale of woe, and hate and sin

Is how this little tale begins

An angry mob climbs up the hill

To find a witch to burn and kill

No matter that she helped them all

When illness struck she heard their call

She gave relief to those in need

To children bread so they could feed.



One Sunday at their local church

Their priest makes judgment from his perch

How could this woman be of god I say?

If each Sunday she does stay away?

She defies our lord and does blaspheme

I speak, for she is not how she seems

The seeds of evil stirred within

And thoughts of heretic begin.



But now they have all climbed up the hill

Their minds made up for sport they thrill

And drag the woman from her home

To pay for sins she will atone

She screams as hands do strip her bare

To find the mark they shave her hair

And prod with pins to find the place

Where no pain exists, yes, it’s on the face



They take her down the hill quite soon

to meet her maker, and her doom

And naked to a stake they tie

Ignite the flames where wood does lie

The priest stands passively aware

The woman’s pleading wide-eyed stare

She screams in pain as flames touch skin

The crowd just jeers, no thought in sin.



Her body reddens, blisters form

The flesh it bubbles sinuses torn

Her head rose up to see the sky

With one last scream her body dies.

And soon the crowd has left the scene

Her body just a cinder seen

The priest stands by with blackened heart

For jealousy has played its part.



Darkness.

[anirbas]

This one gave me chills, friend Darkness.

Sad and darkly divine exploration of a heinous period during human history. Witch burnings, inquisitions and pograms-as unacceptable then,
as today's stubborn clinging of the evangelicals to Christian dogma in America.

[moseley]

never does God feel God more than in wrath and jealousy, and oddly, read the bible again, it seems like God set it up with this in mind when he made us, perhaps the preachers could not swallow that, so they sublimated that with all the shit they do....God also kinda enjoys putting the fire to those fuckers too...but there is no balance to right or wrong in the human condition unless you make it and like the idea of God making us in God's image, what we make never works very perfectly either...we have made AI, it might get a sense of itself and get all totalitarian on us, but it won't learn no matter how perfect its capacity may go, it too will have an ending issue in it....like all cells in the body have a p32 protein to bring about cellular apoptosis, to be taken in by all the other cells that haven't jad their telomeres break down to that point yet...the sun is on fire and like a long slow burning fuse, its gonna reach its own TNT core....the patterns just weave weave weave and tomorrow, if you didn't kill that weaver spider with her web today, she will have a new one a dewes soaked with the realization of a tomorrow morning, if you are still here ir there to see it....scarlet letters, social justice warriors, righteous indignation or whatever, it too can be there, now tomorrow or not...someone will be wounded by the past...righteousness is such a disease...Hawthorne, I feel, meant all this...his preacher had his secret A...eventually it had to show...but there is no justice in that, it is a balanced story Nathaniel wrote...some of us read and whatever, whatever of it all or that shit.....if there was ever someone to believe in, it is yourself and you may be a licensuous so and so or a saint....no matter what is done to us, we choose victim amd fine if you do, but it always festers amd smells worse every day it keeps being allowed and there is a need for stink in this world but there are other smells too...other fragrances...to misquote Jesus, there is power in the tongue, of life and death and no matter what goes into a person is meaningless as what comes from them(mouth or action) and it is everything life or death, medicine or meth I believe in me so much today, and I may not be worth anyone's time, but my own, and I do have some hanger oners I would never trade, I have paused to get to know them...and that has been great, they are not goos or bad...they are everything and in the moments of it all smiles or tears, my God, it is beautiful even when they break into me....it shows me so much, not of them, but me....and though it might seem solipsistic, how people treat you tells something about you not because of them but because of you and your reaction and then, there is understanding to be had from them for all that...but being in a hurry presumes we are smart in this way, and only a wise person knows we are not....such things take alot of silence and time

[anirbas]

Had to give this one another read, Darkness. Powerful and poetic, as always, my friend.

[darkness0within]

The truth of things can often give chills anirbas.

Glad you liked. Thank you for reading my friend.

[darkness0within]

Nothing wrong with religion. It always comes down to its application by those who have the power over their congregations. Thank you Moseley for your very detailed and enlightened reply.