Charity Absurd
The murmur grows - until they rageIt is not a sceneryAt this market-place in middle-agesSomebody - in the crowd -Speaks a prayerHundred burning torches riseIn their light appears the silhouetteOf a mighty FUNeral pile
Healing with some unknown herbs- Rising suspicion -"Death" - they say -"is what she deserves!"- An innocent victim -"Instruments of torturewill tell us the truth!"And it feels likeOooohhh...
"I'm representing the churchSomebody said, in you might lurkThings - still not seen by human eyesIs it dark magic, you are practicing?"
After there are no tears leftAnd they thought, they'd faced the fact"Nothing is as it should beYou're accused of witchery!"
"If there is a creatorIf there is a god...You will pay for all the deadThere's punishment above!
And somebody outsidethis chamber of horrorKnows my fear, knows my sorrowYOU preach, how could I learn?'cause in this faith isCHARITY ABSURD!"
After this words were spokenThe crowd wants to see her dieThe way to the confessorWill it be the last one in her life?
The murmur grows - until they rageAnd somebody speaks a prayerA prayer...