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Branding you with the word,

hot iron pressed into your skin,

disgraced forever, Hester Prynne,

wear that red badge of courage,

take it with you right into the village,

and make them see you for who you really are,

a whore: a mother of a bastard,

You will live out your remaining days

as a kook, as you raise that ugly thing,

conjuring spells to entertain yourself,

hoping to escape the reality you have

created.

But nothing will work, the madness will take

you, the child will leave your to your destitution

and I will come at the end of your days only to

laugh in your face once more to call you "Hester 

Prynne the miserable old WHORE!!!"