Witches
Do you think me a fool?
Do you cackle like a coven,
When I fly by?
Do you menacingly stir your
cauldron?
Magic is in the blood, in
the veins.
It's in the cells that
travel down the highway.
Your blood is lacking,
maybe kill some more.
It’s a rare blood type: XY
negative.
You pale hags, you seize
us.
We are left defenseless,
crying out.
Medusa was just a pregnant
woman,
Not a vicious beast.
Turned us to stone, have
you?
Well we’ll use ourselves as
bricks.
We’ll build a big ancient
wall,
Where you’re not allowed.
Stop crying about the wall.
You wanted us gone, so we left.
All that’s there for you
now
Is all that you’ve ever
wanted.
You’re rid of us, so leave
us be.
Why are you so obsessed?
Some of us are traitors,
But most of us are drama
queens.
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