Godless Hand of Corruption

MURDERUR! WITCH! The people cry out as I am put in the noose. I cant believe the charges against me. They claim I practice the dark arts and that I compact with the devil. I do nothing of the sort. I am a good man, a simple farmer, a holy Christly man. How could such nonsense fill these people’s minds? They say that they saw me conversing with a spirit. But I know otherwise. I was in the woods that day yes. But I did nothing to conjure the devil. These tears in my eyes sting. I can’t stand this any longer. I must be let go. “SET ME FREE” I cry, praying for the mercy of the people. “BURN HIM, KILL THE SATAN WORSHIPER”. They scream as I grip the iron bars of the cage. Tears run down my face, blood seeps across the planks of the floor, oozing from my beaten back. How can people be so evil? How can a “Christian” community do this to an innocent man? I know what I must do. I know how I can save myself. “I AM A WITCH” “I COMMUNE WITH THE DEVIL” “I want to be free, I want to see the light of god, forgive me and I will be a good Christian man”. That was it. That was all I had to do to save my own life. Corruption, what an godless thing that has corrupted my village.