FicWad

You're no saint
Not even a Joan of arc
Those voices of your mind
Only made you small

Why, who am I to tell you now
What you could have been?

So. 

Kiss the white lillies farewell
For this is not where you're headed
Rise up!
Rise up wicked, rise up strong!

Let liars be the wood 
your fire promptly craves
Hunt all evil men
And send them to their graves