Let Them Burn

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They came to her in dreams of war,
A voice like thunder through the haze.
They said, "You are the sword we need—
Strike fast, strike true, ignite the blaze."
She rose not pure, but full of doubt,
A flame that flickered in the cold,
Yet in her chest a caged storm howled—
Not made of prayers, but molten gold.


She lit the match and led them blind,
Through fields of ash and shattered time.
But whispered, "Faith alone won’t save—
The world is wolves who wear the brave."
She held the torch, but not to warm—
She let them burn inside the storm.


The crown they kissed was bought in blood,
Each step a dance on cracking stone.
They crowned their saint, then set their snare,
And fed the fire, left her alone.
But she had seen the darker light,
The schemes behind the loyal mask.
So as they drew the ropes and nails,
She smiled—prepared for their last act.


“I am not the lamb you pray for,
Nor the witch you wish to drown.
I’ve tasted fear and carved it sharp,
Now watch your gallows burn me down.”
They screamed her name in courts of smoke,
But their own sins began to choke.


She lit the match and led them blind,
Through fields of ash and shattered time.
But whispered, "Faith alone won’t save—
The world is wolves who wear the brave."
She held the torch, but not to warm—
She let them burn inside the storm.


Not every savior wears a crown,
And not all fires fade to soot.
She cast the sparks where justice drowned,
And rose from flame with scorched black boots.
She did not weep, she did not plead,
No martyr’s smile upon her face—
She ruled the blaze with cunning creed,
And turned the stake into her throne-place.


She lit the match and led them blind,
Through fields of ash and shattered time.
But whispered, "Truth is never clean—
It bleeds through gold and gasoline."
They came for her with smoke and scorn,
But she let them burn—
And was reborn.


A crown of flame, a sword of lies,
She walks the ruins—never dies.
Not saint, not witch, nor ghost returned—
Just the fire they thought
Would only burn.