Salem's Damned
By William Donica (Me)

My loving God
Ignores my cries.
As his servants
Tear out my eyes.

I've spoken not,
In Satan's love.
Though God sends wrath
Down from above.

Beaten for days,
They ask my sin.
They think evil
Under my skin.

I must not yield.
A liar burns.
Trapped deep in hell,
For life he yearns.

This morning I
Will surely hang.
Though praise to God,
I've always sang.

Though I wish not
To die this day,
Over God's will
I hold no sway.
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This poem is about the Salem Witch Trials. I wrote it from the point of view of the accused.