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             Où se trouvent ces crapauds Qui crachent sur notre tête ? Où sont-ils, ces sales bêtes
Unable to find the term: Christian witch a contridiction story of my life I am both and for beleving in my God I feel other witches have a harrd time teaching me
  The Yule log burns embers deep and bright in the dark and dense woods. The wind flies high in the sky the birds follow its path. The thunder roars in the sky and the fire only grows brighter. 
It was her coffin she carved One of wood and one of stone But it’s the day she died That still lies quite unknown  
Eyelids teeth and fingernails clipping Something said Rub the egg against your belly Bits and pieces stuck in my head Coming back all in time I remember being 5 when it all started The voices came first
gay before they made it calm before it quaked so there i like to save em call me luv, call me anything.,   today, on this super full moon i am fire.,   i claim boldly my request desire:
See my memories of my grandma’s kitchen is not like that of yours It didn’t smell like lavender or fresh lemon detergent
They called her a writer. A witch. A Manipulator of words.   Etching them into corners, Onto walls, Abandoned buildings,
Blood red lips kiss the mouths of stained glass bottles. Bottoms up, seal it shut with a cobblestone cork. It’s almost religious; it’s almost romantic
Day by day, night by night, The witch would spend alone with fright She couldn’t contain it nor control it But she couldn’t resist the thought:     “Cake…”   “… pie…”
The brother and sister ride silently in the car They are used to this Being taken somewhere and then left behind   The boy throws his gummy snacks out the window
Once, I walked -A studly lass, I, of grass and chalk.Picnic baskets, summer breeze,The air of new kin call out to meBut alas, t'was I who hadn't answered.
  When Hansel’s old parents were all poor and ragged They left him to fend for himself With nothing to hold but the shoes on his feet And the Griddle from on top the shelf  
In a different life things would be bliss, And I would not have the need to search the words to dis You and the curse brought upon my family’s life. Without the necessity to fight upon your wicked knife
There was an old lady deep in the forest   Her house was much sweeter than all of the rest.   The walls were of cookie, chocolate and sugar  
She was cunning, She could read you like a book, If you even considered cheating, Just the mere thought of it, She was onto you, If you glanced 2 seconds to long at the hot girl jogging by,
What have I done wrong that you do this to me I cannot sleep well at night Thinking for you always I never remember the wrong that I have done That you distance yourself from me
I can run You can't hide A fortnight ago I swore you died. I watched as you burned Flesh cracked and turned black as the night. Not a star in sight. I watched you melt away
As I look out my window on Haalloween night Oh, wha a fright? Te stars above Ca how me love The on Makes me son Ihave no urniture, as you can seSo I must sit on e loor,t be Inthi Hunted house
A killer of beasts Thats what I am. A soldier of God. He has chosen me to destroy the Evil.   All of the weak; a suffering man. the devil persists, but I am to protect 
I wasn't a witch,
She came treading pale footsteps, in the light of eternal moon, broken rays intertwining in twigs and leaves,
Here’s a silly poem I came up with. Disclaimer: It is NOT to be taken seriously. I was inspired by a Limerick poem which is meant to be silly and weird. Often times they make little to no sense at all.
Shudder and scream! A witch grows near! This is not a dream,  for the witch is here.    History is wrong.  A bad story told for far too long.       
    I wrote this to see what it would be like in a girl's position,
A tiny roomMany peopleCrowdedTwo dusty windows Sunlight streaming inOrange dusk
Walking the halls Is harder than you think Losing friends Can happen in a blink   Having stress And feeling depressed Are all the things I'm trying to express  
Hopes and dreams crash like a meteor falling The outcome is inevitable, so why are you stalling? You knew what would happen; who would win How could anyone love you? You’ve committed too many a sin.
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