THE RISE OF THE WITCHES
Every witch is bad, they say.
If witches are burnt, who will remain? Empty vessels
No sacredness, no neat portal, no wholeness, just another disconnection from mother, from earth.
Forgetting they are nature, they fail to recognize they are witches and wizards' They listened to the government.
They listened to the messengers iunstead of the messages.
We were burnt to ashes. From ashes we rise again.
Our ashes mixed with nature, mixed with the air, Mother, but us . Fresh, new, stronger .
We rose like a thunder that knows it can rip a house apart with its sound.
We didn't come for war.
We came to tell others they are us.
They might have forgotten, but we didn't forget.
Because the soul carries memories.
And we remember our soul.
We remember Mother.
We are the light
. Before you touchus t, remember to bring a fire extinguisher.
Our voice roar because it is not the body anymore but the soul.
We are back like we never left.
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