It’s fall right now in Salem, I have been three months in prison. My beard has grown… My mind. It plays tricks on me. I feel lost, to be blunt… I can’t stop thinking of my wife and her pregnancy. Her life will be spared at least one year by giving up my charges against Abigail. My feelings are blinded with shear rage at Abigail, she did all of this for what? My own sins have deprived me of my dear wife and kids. Should I even trust the court? Should I lie? Give them the answer they want to hear? So many questions are in my head right now.
I’m not sure if there is true justice in Salem court. It is only God who can judge us. We have too many moral and state laws. We are too intolerant of each other. I know my actions, and
I don’t want to die
I’m not sure if there is true justice in Salem court. It is only God who can judge us. We have too many moral and state laws. We are too intolerant of each other. I know my actions, and
I don’t want to die