(About a young woman who was falsely accused of witchcraft then burned at the stake.)
Tied up the the stake, death sentence by a mock jury.
Victimized by false stories and accusations of devil worship.
Biased mob of holy men, a fair trial would never happen.
Quickly judged to be a witch, burning of flesh now justified.
Deaf ears to pleas for help, innocence is spit upon.
Cruelly suffering for all to see, an agony of slow death.
Screaming your tormentors with truth, drowned out by laughter.
Dying alone in this world, friends and family curse your name.
Freedom of life stripped from you, a horrid burden to society.
Smell of skin being burnt appeals to the ones at hand.
No compassion for your soul, ministers turn blind eyes away.
Assumptions of eternal pain are the only thoughts on their minds.
Watching your body turn to ash, puts a smile upon many faces.
Scattering of charred remains, forever to be forgotten.
Never mentioned again are the good deeds you did in life.
Only thing to speak of is the good which you have caused in death
Eternal fate is known to you, but not unto the ones who hate.
Happiness is at its hand, for you have found peace at last.
