Voehrenbach

Your false gods are doomed. The town will burn! Your silver mines will get nonproductive. You will lose the right for criminal court! The Maendle-Family will become extinct. Burn it shall again! Your trees will never carry fruits again. The city council will never be complete. A well will arise, here at this place And a third time it shall burn! Voehrenbach anno domini 576. Once upon this time in the black forest, vivid of dears and plants, the Alemanni lived in idyllic settlements. They worked in the forest and willows and thanked their gods at the fire. Still, the christendom reached out and at some point the christian woman came by. Fear and angst spread about the one god. The missionaries spoke and prayed but collided against hard pagan beliefs and split torn the pagan folks. "Keep silent and don't talk any more!" The oldest spoke wise, righteous he judged them to burn! Cry they shall, to forget and deny this one god. Still, their beliefs were strong enough to resist the torture. Judgement day. The women spoke, predicted the future of the village. "We won't curse you, god may merciful. But we will tell what will come above the village for the sake of your sins." "As true as the injustice you've done to me ..." each verse began. And injustice has been executed. Burned, cried each woman had. A jubilant crowd. The pagan haters now in dust and ashes that there may be peace from now on. Do not judge so that you will not be judged. For in the way you judge, you will be judged; and by your standard of measure, it will be measured to you. Matthew 7, 1-2