holocausts

about the witch trials, and the cruelty of people who cant except the different

sillence swept across the room

faces held expression of doom

darkness closed in

consuming people in all

not a single thing could withdrawl

flesh turned to ashes

as women were burned at cross

mothers hung

they did nothing wrong

children watch hopelessly

knowing one day "that could be me"

slashed, beaten, battered

all for the fun of blood splatter

do u know the saddest thing

i bet now no one knows their names

people scared by difference

haunted by change

kill mercifully not even in vain

thinking none of others pain

just gods name

they have proof in nothing

but holocausts

crazyness swept from one simple thought

murder upon christ

christ used upon fear

same thing happens year by year

one thought caused many holocausts

 you call me crazy, i call you lost