Witches

No More Witches

All this darkness
All this darkness gathering
As the rain falls
And the floodwaters rise
And our crops are destroyed
And there are no more witches
And there are no more witches
For us to burn

And so we create them
And then we seek them out
And then we magnify them
And we rub our hands against the warmth
Of the flames, as we reduce them to ashes

And yet the floodwaters still rise
And yet the darkness still gathers
It gathers
It gathers

Seasons

Ecclesiastes 3
King James Version (KJV)

3 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

3 A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

5 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

6 A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

7 A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

8 A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

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