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Salem (5 ratings) by Stephen W. Cote
Whisper a strange phrase
Slink naked through the haze
Acting out a pagan dance
Faulted by your neighbor
Ensconced within her anger
Victimized by orthodox greed
The council calls out your name
It's your neighbor who you blame
A pointed finger makes your claim
You hang your soul on the wall
For an auctioneer to take in calls
Sold: damned forever by your lie
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