I think I'll call this....The Witch Hunt
Okay well I have a pretty ******** up mind as it is. So I'm taking this as a lesson not to listen to Jack Off Jill or any other type of music when I'm writing a poem cause I get pretty ******** up results. I wrote this while listening to Jack Off Jill's song called Witch Hunt.
Twirl around Scream and shout The hunters comming Run about They're hunting the witches The girls must die Can you hear the trumpets blow? The sound of the hunters Approaching the hills The skies are black As a woman cries Her daughter is gone She's the one The hunters took Her feet dangle above the ground She's the one She's the girl The hunters killed.
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