Fear and Flame

Burn the pagans. The sun, moon, and stars are not your gods,

and those who bow to them will perish. They should be burned with fire.

Witches, dreamers moon walkers, all destined for the fire unless they kneel.

And the Polk County Pagan Market, they are all devil worshipers. The devil you

see is the fear you keep. You look at us and call it deep.

But we are only moon and flame. You made the monster.

You said our name. Stone them to death. You shout danger

when you see our fire. Act like our candles were born to conspire.