The witch's Switch
Which is where
The naughty ones go
When day falls
And Death dares to show
The switch is
How evil knows
Where a path does
Dirty deeds grow
Belong to the switches
Which with
Man stumbles
The witch's switch
Is light which is
Faked on and off
The stumble flow and
Stubble yet creases
A witch's desiring
Wish and wishes
The Light would not show
Yea
I fell in a witch's switch
But Light which is swift
To light my burden and quick
At the switch
To accomplish knowledge
Of all of what's done
What's left
Know now the whitch's switch
And how that trap
is but a ditch to be as
A grave for the
Witch's ugly name
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