robert patterson - My Witch

Saws cut through my trees they wail sorrowful cries
Slaying my forests fuels thrice my dispise
This system is wise but too weak to hold trial
Guilty as charged cut them down build a pile
Defenseless friens you must fight surely your size
Must intimidate some I must prevet their tries
Witch I sought cast my spell as far as she flies
Make my forests of armor my mosses of tile
My witch will protect my forests

Instead she fill gluttonous bellies with arsonic pies
Dead men can't slay forests their eyes now feed flies
I must pile up their bodies mile after mile
Far away from my forests for ther odor too vile
When you pace through my forests waiver not best make wise
My witch will protect my forests

robert patterson

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