Kill the Wicked Witch of the West.
She is a Burden to this sanctuary I've created.
This is a place of diversity.
Of buildings of emerald and roads of yellow brick.
But she does not appreciate this.
The poor thing has gone absolutely mad.
She shepherds flying monkeys.
Don't get me started on her tone.
Yes she cackles, but I meant her skin.
She's green for crying out loud!
She's an alien. She's a long way from home.
And she doesn't belong here.
I don't know what crack in the ground....
...what dark crevasse...
...what cell in the asylum...
...what hell fire....
She ascends from.
But I've assured the innocent and righteous that she will not bring this kingdom down.
Hail Mary, forgive me.
What have I done to deserve this?
Have we, the people, let you down?
Are we the burdens in the end
for resorting to violence?
Hail Mary.
It's not our faults.
We have been born with the thirst for vengeance.
I, we, cannot live like this.
With this...
witch.
If you have any mercy on your people.
I beg you.
We beg you.
Send help. Send mercy.
Kill the Wicked Witch of the West.
