Its hard to tell the truth with punishment overhead We were just avoiding trouble but now so many are dead Hanged for actions we performed and words we spoke At first only sport But now its no joke
Its true we danced in the woods secretly at night Singing songs from Barbados, hoping for mystical might When caught by the reverend we were shocked and in fear We knew if we told the truth our endings were near
We repented; praised god said we were bewitched The thought of it now makes me twitch They asked us for names So we cried out in fright The familiar spirits who choked us at night
Abigail the leader called out Mrs. Proctor Mr. Hale came to investigatesome sort of witch doctor They found the poppet Abi saw me make I tried to tell them it was my mistake
They took her to jail to stand trial Mr. Proctor was upset, his temper was wild He forced me to court to reveal the truth Reluctantly I went because I knew what I had to do
But at court it all went wrong, the girls started accusing me The situation was stressful absolutely baffling Soon it would be me to stand trial I had to think fast So out of fear I accused Mr. Proctor of witchcraft
I rejoined the girls because I knew I was beat Proctor then confessed to lechery He tried to slain Abigails name by proving she was a whore His only resort to settle the score
They brought Mrs. Proctor out But She lied to protect her spouse Not knowing she condemned him with her words Mr. Proctor now someone shed have to live without
Mr. Proctor was convicted and had been hanged God forgive me for this sin, it came about unplanned How it changed my life:the play the crucible by arthur miller is the best thing i've ever read
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