Wednesday, September 29, 2004


So sayeth the new Puritans,
Who, observing a worldly affect
Know a man elect,
Or in cases given, not.

You gave us over to the Devil
And his Indian hordes
In the Eastward this season past;

Spreads his society within the Bay itself.
Observe the young,
Tormented by the unseen
Writhe and shout in the public square.
It is your evil that drives them mad!

Witch-finders, witch-hunters, witch-burners,
In the end come again,
To save us from the devil
Made flesh in fallible man.


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