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The Name Game (Which Witch?)

Samual Parris's parasitic spawn

spouting scandals so salacious

marauders of morals malicious maniacs

hiding behind porcelain faces

 

Heretics!

 

If heaven approached and broached the query

would it clearly make you one of the weary

to see the teary red eyes; to watch the toes curl

of an innocent blonde-haired five-year-old girl?

While suspended in agony writhing about

in front of her family as they cry and they shout...

 

Heretic!

 

hesitation for a second betrays one's station

without participation, you are a failure to God

 

no patience seems to sooth the slate clean

no resuscitations, only saintly spared the rod

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Snaring-Snowshoes
36 / F / U.S.A
Published
May 23
Lines·Words
16·99
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#salem#liars#hate#witch
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