Hold no quelms towards those whom question,
for they seek to learn the truth.

They say that They seek to help others; to bring them
to God so that their souls might be welcomed to Heaven,
and saved from the eturnal and fiery depths of Hell, and yet
one simple question; on that would test Their belief results in
exile.  The exile of one whom merely seeks to know and
understand.

They say to us 'We are all God's children.'  They call the beliefs
of others savage and satanic when the history of Their own
religion would not be if not for us.  But yes, we are satanic.
We are satanic weather we worship the Earth, or even Buddah,
because no matter how natural, or aincent, or just, those are
false Gods that warrent nothing but damnation.  Yes, I am a
damned being.

Yes.  I am one that prides herself in being called a witch.  I am
the Sorcereress, the Satanist, the psycho that you fear.  I am
the weirdo whom holds my secret skyclad rituals on the All Hallows
Eve; the one whom steriotypically sacrifices beloved pets and young
children.  Yes, I am "Satan Incarnate".  I do not hide.

The ones of my faith hide because of Them.  Fearing discrimination
and misunderstanding.  They look down on me for living in the open,
telling me to heed what I say.  'Let Them come.' Is what I boast in
response, for if lying is a sin, than I am no sinner.  They may seek to
recruit me, to make me a part of Their selfish army, but I will not
waiver.  For to what they do or say to me, I do not have a response.
I am more dignified than that.

This poem is to anyone whom has been misunderstood.  It is for those
whom live in hiding.  It is human to believe, to make error, and to love
those whom we choose to love, weather they be man or woman, Wiccan
or Christain.

Be against none; do not discriminate because of religion, skin color, or
sexual orientation.  Who knows; a simple 'Hello' could spark a friendship
of the deepest and truest nature.

This poem is one dedicated to the God and Goddess.  The Mother and
the Father to all things, for they are the ones whom gave me the ability
to write, think, and speak.  They are the ones whom created the Lead
without which this pencil would not write.  For they are the all loving ones
to whom I am greatful towards for life.

~Blessed Be~