Guilt of a Broken Reverend Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live; Exodus 22:18. Upon Reverend Parris request I came to Salem with the fallacious facts from the heavy books, supposedly weighed with authority. Now we stand in front of God’s children who will hang from ropes.
The nauseating, stale smell of the deceased raped my nose; not knowing if that smell or guilt desired me to vomit. They did not tell the lie I wished them. A pastor who pleads a Christian to lie? Ironic for only the Devil persuades people to lie. A pastor for the Devil? No… A pastor preaching to purge his own guilt.
The piercing sound of a snapping neck cut through the air; flinching hurt my soul. They suffered from my indictments. I clenched the reins of my steed;
The nauseating, stale smell of the deceased raped my nose; not knowing if that smell or guilt desired me to vomit. They did not tell the lie I wished them. A pastor who pleads a Christian to lie? Ironic for only the Devil persuades people to lie. A pastor for the Devil? No… A pastor preaching to purge his own guilt.
The piercing sound of a snapping neck cut through the air; flinching hurt my soul. They suffered from my indictments. I clenched the reins of my steed;