Blood Fountain
Oh the horror! While visiting the local water well, thirsty from a hard days work in the fields, I was blown away to see that the old witch had cursed our village. No one knows why she cursed our life-giving water and turned it to blood, it couldn’t have been because we burned her sister at the stake. She certainly wouldn’t hold a grudge because we forced her only daughter into a convent to save her immortal soul. Nor can it be from the stones our children throw at her for daring show her presence in our god-fearing town. That can’t be it. She must just be evil.
Own this beautiful depiction of wrathful justice today.
Oh the horror! While visiting the local water well, thirsty from a hard days work in the fields, I was blown away to see that the old witch had cursed our village. No one knows why she cursed our life-giving water and turned it to blood, it couldn’t have been because we burned her sister at the stake. She certainly wouldn’t hold a grudge because we forced her only daughter into a convent to save her immortal soul. Nor can it be from the stones our children throw at her for daring show her presence in our god-fearing town. That can’t be it. She must just be evil.
Own this beautiful depiction of wrathful justice today.
Oh the horror! While visiting the local water well, thirsty from a hard days work in the fields, I was blown away to see that the old witch had cursed our village. No one knows why she cursed our life-giving water and turned it to blood, it couldn’t have been because we burned her sister at the stake. She certainly wouldn’t hold a grudge because we forced her only daughter into a convent to save her immortal soul. Nor can it be from the stones our children throw at her for daring show her presence in our god-fearing town. That can’t be it. She must just be evil.
Own this beautiful depiction of wrathful justice today.