I sniff a witches scent Like a bloodhound in heat, I place rocks To push their words forth From burdened chests, My gaze crumbles their denials Wrought from brittle slag, I drive my thumbs deeper Into eyes that weep claret, I stick pins of nickel and tin Through nails and bone: If they bleed I have found a witch indeed Every man, woman, child That I have questioned That I have tested In the end Screams the truth Of their avarice, Or they succumb And I boil their flesh in cauldrons lit So the churning waters lift Every trace of evil From their wretched skin, I shine the light of my goodness On filth and piss and shit I am God At play In delight The latest Amaleks To purge From Earth.