Flames

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Dancing

Swirling

Burning

Fire is such

A beautiful thing

So simple

Yet

So dangerous

Mother warned me

I didn't listen

I wanted to dance with them

The little girls

In the hot tongues

So

I did

It hurt

I yelled

Momma didn't care

She went on drinking her whiskey

While I screamed

Now I regret

Dancing in the flames

Now I regret

Joining the little girls

In their

Magical

Coven

Of Hellfire

And

Black magic

The stake

Was

Pressed

Against my back

The rope hurt my chest

And so did the sticks

Beneath my feet

The townspeople laughed and

Rejoiced

At my suffering

As I was burned

In the town

Of Salem

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