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In the depths of Salem's scorn,

Where the noose of judgment is worn,

Silent screams pierce the night,

Echoes of souls consumed by blight.

Scars of the noose, mark the cursed,

In the shadows where darkness nursed,

Their spirits rise, in vengeance they swoon,

Bearing the scars of the Salem moon.

In the trial of fire and fear,

Innocence falls, shedding a tear,

Bound by lies and twisted fate,

Their agony echoes, resonates.

Scars of the noose, mark the cursed,

In the shadows where darkness nursed,

Their spirits rise, in vengeance they swoon,

Bearing the scars of the Salem moon.

Beneath the weight of false decree,

They suffer for all eternity,

But in the darkness, they find strength,

To haunt the living, at any length.

Scars of the noose, mark the cursed,

In the shadows where darkness nursed,

Their spirits rise, in vengeance they swoon,

Bearing the scars of the Salem moon.

In the whispers of Salem's past,

Their legacy forever lasts,

The scars of the noose, a testament true,

To the horrors that humanity can pursue.

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