The Witch's TongueThe sky was still and heavy. I sat alone, listening to the wind slide over the rooftops like a whisper that didn’t want to be heard. That night, God spoke. Not in thunder. Not in fire. But in silence beside the television set. He gave visions. Six or seven, clear and hard as bullets. And one of them — one — was dark enough t

In an empty courtroom, where echoes abound,Stands a patriot, his voice resounding, profound.With love for his country, his heart aflame,He preaches, with conviction, a fervent acclaim.His words, like music, reach out in the air,A symphony of passion, a heartfelt prayer.To anyone who will listen, he speaks his truth,For he knows in his soul, there's