The witches at the stakes were daughters of something more holy than you could ever handle
You set them alight for being different, forgetting that even the son of your God was once condemned for being too beautiful, too pure for this world
Fire does not eat fire
When you burned the witches you thought your deed was small. But the flames gave rise to ideas and ideas set alight souls.
For everyone you burned, and thousand now stand tall. Living differently, ahead of you, plotting your fall.
History devoured your hate ,witch hunter, but never forget this- you may have burned some of us, but you’ll never destroy us all.
Fire never forgets