Early colonials snapped witches' necks
In towns surrounding Massachusetts Bay
That hid their nightmares of hot-bloodied sex
And the odor of brimstone on Doomsday.
The Aztec and Inca villagers chose
A different means to purge their desire,
Preferring the vivisection of foes
Before they hurled them into the fire.
Revulsion years later became us all,
Although we still favor we versus they
When sport fans root for soccer or football.
Each Sunday after we pray we play,
But Monday through Friday nine to five
Incinerate heretics behind walls
To maintain all execution of lies
We tell ourselves in our sanctified halls.
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