Some call me a witch.
I danced in the woods.
The moonlight on my face.
Barbados tunes playing at a fast pace.
I wasn't alone.
Other girls were there.
They are as innocent as I.
However I never lie.
They scream and yell the names of their beloved.
Cursing the Goodies who get in their way.
They say the Devil was there that night.
I think he was in the soup.
The taste lingers in my mouth.
That's when the night went south.
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