Cold iron shackles bind my hands and feet,
I struggle and scream,
So they silence me with an iron spike,
Say it's to stop me communicating with the Devil,
I hurt all over to say the least,
So scared as I hang above the murky depths,
The lake's taken so many innocent lives,
They're jeering and laughing at me,
Calling me a witch, damning me to hell,
I've done nought but go to the woods and back,
Talked to a child and stayed at home for the rest of the day,
Now I'm a witch?!
They let me go,
And immediately, the icy cold water engulfs me,
It's dark and cold, I see what many others saw before death,
The blackness of the lake,
And my hair flowing in front of my face,
My lungs burning, I scream inside,
As my mouth opens and the water takes my life.
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