In the light of my school's fall play, "The Crucible," I had to write this song.
"Proctor, what are you? You are combined with anti-Christ, are you not? I have seen your power; you will not deny it! What say you, mister?"
"I shall have nothing more from you, Mr. Hale! Proctor, will you confess yourself befouled with Hell, or do you keep that black allegiance yet? What say you?!"
"...I....I say....I SAY, GOD IS DEAD!!!!!!"
Chaos and anarchy in the courtroom
One thousand people face their doom
Victims thrash and throb and scream out loud
The judge says to you "Hell's where you're bound."
Endless lists of people damned
The accuser comes to make a stand
Claiming you come for them to sign a book
Then they give you the devil's look
Accusers are the only ones holy
It doesn't matter how good is your story
The truth is like a poison fang
Confess your crime now or hang
Old man accused stands now a mute
Feet in the ground and stuck like a root
Refusing to answer anything everyday
Refusing to answer aye or nay
Endless torture is brought with stone
He lays on the ground and can barely moan
The stone on his chest presses as it gets late
The only thing he says is "More Weight"
The tied up noose hangs in the air
A sight like this is no longer rare
The reverend keep trying his best
Unsuccessful requesting to confess
The packed prison soon to be empty
Accusers now has run out to sea
The morning bell begins to toll
The drummer begins another drum roll...
"Hear it, hear it!"
"A fire is burning! I hear the boot of Lucifer, I see his filthy face! And it is my face, and yours, Danforth! For them that quail to bring men out of ignorance, as I have quailed, and as you quail now when you know in all your black hearts that this be fraud- God damns our kind especially, and we will burn, we will burn together!!"
"You are tearing down Heaven and raising up a ♥♥♥♥♥!"
"Hang him high over the town! Whoever weeps for him, weeps for corruption. Take them!"