Witch Trials

April 8, 2013
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They whip my wrists,
Asking for the truth

Snickering, laughing,
At what they see,

Sticking pins in me,
Watching my terrible secrets,
Spill out with the blood

Snickering, laughing,
At what they see,

Forcing me to walk,
Throughout the day,
Throughout the night,

Snickering, laughing,
At what they see

No more blood will be shed,
With the final bang

I was forgotten,
Another useless rag,
Thrown in the fire

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May 10, 2013 at 9:41 pm
OMG! love this poem cuz it really describes how teh accused of the vicious witch trials must feel. To the point, yet you mkae it so that I feel every whip, every injury caused during this historic event. Awesome job and i wish I can be as good of a writer as u! :) Keep it up, Alex!
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