I don’t believe in a Satan
But I see a satanic evil
In all those witch hunts
Of those shameful days
The tortures, the burnings
Evil’s unholy biddings
Church collusion
Mothers daughters
Sisters wives
Begging crying
Sobbing pleading
Cast into the fires
Tender women
Brutally treated
Murdered
By deceived
Heartless
Cruel men
Acting like
Hell’s demons
Wickedness
Worthy of
A devils praise
Bob Boyd