We can’t all know the gospel truth, the details that only devils know.
And so without the need to study, let’s settle on a lazy pact:
We’ll all agree or feign as much to isolate the learned (the witch).
If in the course of everyday, we meet a soul who will not sway
and verbal pleadings fail the test…
then let us all remember this: a difference we can suffer not.
Let’s push on past the pleasantries and gaze upon the bolder tools.
The guilt lies with the dissident, she should have bowed, confessed her sin.
Our self-same Lord of everything has granted us the righteous path.
We’ll let you walk along our way just mind the rules, our choice of faith
As for this witch, this evil one, we must commence, the rules so state.
Of fingernails and parts impaled, the process shows the lengths we’ll take
to give a taste of hell itself with all the levels felt as one.
And so if torment will not turn the wicked from their fated path,
then don’t let’s ponder, no more debate.
Let’s burn the witch, or failing that, we’ll boil the bitch in bubbling pitch!