Witch hunt

You sing a lullaby to your children
soothing
soothing them with tales about the 'coven' you destroyed
yet what can you say to our children?
why their mothers and fathers turned to ash
because they served the devil?
yet the devil lies in you!

cleansed by fire
burned at the stake
because of the lies of a child
well let me tell you that child is no angel
unless you count being the fallen one.

your hatred has consumed too much
you live only for the fire
dancing at it with glee
like the so called witches that you hate.

our demise may be now
but yours will be soon after
crashing down and burning
tears from wounded mothers
as this war comes to a bloody end

you finally awaken
and weep at mankinds own creation.