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salem poem
Dancing in the woods,
And drinking chicken blood,
Abigail willams only wanted love.
Caught up in the act,
She blamed it on the black,
Caught up in this game,
Lets all just forget the facts.
Scream and blame,
It is such a shame,
Even a professional,
Says to hang ‘em up high,
All the witches must die!
Without any order,
No one knows whose next,
Except that demon,
Who sits behind abby’s back.
Why oh why,
Do they have to die,
Afterall were each a witch inside.
Here comes Mr.Proctor,
He only wants to do what’s right,
Yet when the girls scream in pain,
We all go into fright.
It’s a mass hysteria,
A circus mixed with a parade,
And Abby runs away,
Now the price must be paid.
They all beg him not,
But Proctor walks to the knot,
He forgives himself,
And his wife does too,
Now he’ll be with his god soon…
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