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Victims of fits and sickness, no visible cause to blame

A trio of outcast women, accused of witchcraft, each by name

Two deny the accusations but a third confesses guilt

Paranoia grips the town, "the bitch's blood it must be spilt"

Brought before the gallows condemned by God and man

Sentenced to hang for their crimes, no evidence to defend

Screaming out for mercy, through the tightening hangman's noose

Cries fall upon deafened ears, the thirst for blood has been set loose

Violence takes command

Submit to its demand

Escalation of excessive force

Blind action with no remorse

Taken before the magistrates for a public investigation

Torment of the town, witchery the sole causation

Trials for the accused, using spectral evidence

Testimony enough to convict by the credulous

Refusal to admit their crimes brought upon torturous end

Yet some endured the suffering, innocence they contend

Under the crushing burden of boulders and unfounded claims

Curse the town of Salem, for a score of deaths it is to blame

Violence takes command

Submit to its demand

Escalation of excessive force

Blind action with no remorse

Disregarding reason, public tensions running high

Hysteria spread through the colonies, condemning innocents to die

Caught up in the moment, no longer self aware

Anonymity for everyone, responsibility for none to share

A corrupt justice system run by accusation more than fact

Through their own allegations, they performed the devil's act

Proof is not their burden, accusation the only cause

Raise an extended finger, execution by the law

Violence takes command

Submit to its demand

Escalation of excessive force

Blind action with no remorse

Violence takes command

Submit to its demand

Escalation of excessive force

Blind action without any recourse