The Witch
There was a witch
I want to paint her red
She sometimes stupid,
her mind is stiff
Like a wood
I want to whack.
She stood very proud
to a rock that is
trembling
She's smart but soft eared
She can fight and win
but not minding
To looked on the other side.
There was a time
she took one side
I'll tell you,
she never listens
And all the things people had planned
now was scattered
That's the witch
I want to drag in hell.
She takes nothing but hers
And throw anything not.
Leave all the blinds
and kill all the deaf
The door is open,
and hell I care!
Once you go,
never return.
Listen and take
everythig equal
You're not a goddess
of any sort
Just a cursed hag,
smells like soil
Now rot and die
to make me smile.
(c) 
