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THE BURNING TIMES
It all began with a vicious lie
Madness swept through the winter sky
Pointing an icy finger
At those they thought should die
"The Devil lies within", they'd say
Shackled, bound, they were led away
Caged with no hope for justice
Their sanity decayed
And the gallows claimed their prize
The blood of the innocent
And the hate spread like pollution
And the tears fell from their eyes
One by one they died
There would be no absolution
Panic ruled in the village court
Casting a shadow on Salem's port
Fanning the flames of anger
And stretching patience taut
Justice served to suit their needs
Accused of evil deeds
They're sacrificial lambs for the pious wolves to feed
Still the gallows claimed their prize
The blood of the innocent
And the hate spread like pollution
And the tears fell from their eyes
One by one they died
There would be no absolution
The trials
They had no voice
They suffered through the Burning Times
Denial
Their faith held strong
Their souls lost to the Burning Times
So to those wolves they all were thrown
Seeds of ignorance were sown
Till one day the finger turned and accused one of their own
All at once they began to hear
Cries that fell upon deafened ears
Now they gave in to reason
And stopped the reign of fear
Yet the gallows claimed their prize
The blood of the innocent
And the hate spread like pollution
And the tears fell from their eyes
One by one they died
There would be no absolution
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