Which is...

There's no rush
but grab a brush
some canvas and some paint
to help me paint a picture
entirely based on scripture
of the perfect saint
Burned at the stake
dunked on stools into rivers
thrown bound into lakes,
grave mistakes.
Witches,
which ease,
a pain that no god can appease,
medicine is not magic to be feared
far more tragic to be adhered
to bile and spite
spittle and drivel
heaped in piles
with spade and shovel
tempo struck by wigs n gavel
Britain's history buried deep
by a price once paid
seems far too steep