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She walked through the frost,

A chilling night of white and dark,

Hearing noises new to the forest,

She hurried on her way,

Grabbed by the hand of God,

She was thrown to the ground,

Beaten and raped by the lord's voices,

Torn silk dress, her ember hair lay struen,

Labeled as a witch of the blacken hearts,

Her maimed body glisened with cum and blood,

Bleeding into the snow,

For the crime of the milky white skin,



My love gone within' a coffin of gold,

Fit for a goddess as she was to me,

The souls of God now tainted in innocent blood,

Wandering to our spot, the light of day fades,

Holding my lantern to the heavens,

Missing her deeper than any cut could make,

As I glance to the stone of our undying affection,

Her form is there, but different in my fear,

Hollowed eyes of piercing blackness,

Her wounds still open, with the dress she loved,



Chasing her free running spirt,

The cold chills I felt that day return,

Collapsing to the ground, frozen within,

Coming to, I walk to town,

To see the house of God in hellish flames,

Those responsible burning alive within its doors,

With the ashes that flow around me,

I hear her sweet voice, now calm and satisfied,

The revenge she so sought to claim is now hers,

As she departs, my trial begins,

The platform is the final resting place.