"My children, please -- a black disease
Has made it to our crew:
This devil whore must tempt no more --
God knows what we must do.
Be not afraid, for God hath bade
In Galatians 5:16 -
The way of flesh, what grind and thresh,
Be sinful and unclean!
Make tight the lashes! -- My, how she thrashes,
And in tongues, calls us names,
By His word writ, I do commit
Her body to the flame!
It took no time, the grisly crime;
Her death was cruel and hard,
'Til from the chains hung her remains
Blackened, burned and charred.
Once all was done, by setting sun,
They made the sea her grave;
I didn't speak -- felt sick and weak,
Whose soul did Tucker save?
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- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.
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