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Salem: Just the Beginning


To those whose breath was drawn from their lungs,- To those whose souls were ripped from their shells,- To those whose bodies were reduced to bones,- And to those who were left to wait in a cage- Do not let your spirits become bitter and dark. In the land of the dead waiting for justice to start.- It was those foul emotions that planted the seed.- It started with your murder and it still isn't done. Causing destruction and fear but it's only just begun.- These people with different ways that they think. And all these people who don't carry the same beliefs.- It'll start out small, Just a few whispers. Then more murder will follow, The streets will run red, Now there'll be shouts, accusations and threats. Pulled back to our past to these years of despair- cold hearted slaughter. 1692,1830,1947,1994,1982, and those dates will run on.- Until we open our eyes. And stop this insanity,- Or next thing you know It's over. We've caused our own end.
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