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Her Inquisition

By Enigma Rose (crowfly)

She didn't hold up to their fear and scrutiny
Torquemada flinging condemnation
The verdict rendered, written in blood
So this radiant defendant dragged by her hair
To the stake prepared on the street
The mob chanting their outrage
This martyr smiles with some sacred secret
At long last bathes in fire
Then EXPLODES!
The blast blowing away the crowd
Frying Torquemada, his remains extra crispy
And night's dark angel rises
Shining with vindication and delight
And whispering "Judge not..."

  
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