Salem

Brazen and filled with rage I stare out.
I see my executioners.
Young and naive they are.
I stand on my pyre with scorn and contempt.
I know what is going on.
having a good idea is key.
Teaching them a lesson is my last will.
the dark night envelopes the torches as they touch me.
The heat licks my feet.
I speak loudly and clear so all can see.
Today you think you only burn a person,
funny that I am more than that.
I am an idea and concept which you will not be able to cleanse with fire.
There is not extermination for what I invoke.
I chant and am no more, or at least to them.
I am their sense of guilt now.
Transformed into their aching pain and inability for forgiveness...
Today they thought they would burn a witch, they learned that I am more than this.
Today they burned an empty pyre.
Today they learned that they victimized many and let the truth slip through the darkness...
Now, they have condemned themselves and have learned of their actions.
Today is the day that the trials of difference ended

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