
And my bloodline charged me with arson
Even though I simply lit one spark.
They tried me for treason – no particular reason,
They didn’t want me to leave a mark.
“Let the witches burn, don’t fight it,” I say,
“Let them scream, let’s imagine it’s all realer than real.”
I embrace how they turn the narrative to betray.
One can boil blood but can’t melt steel.
With this low gaslight temperature
They’re ruining the play.
I’m not here to stay.
-JW