My ideas of justice were my demise. I will be hung today due to my inability to stand back and watch innocents be slaughtered. The townspeople are calling me a witch for trying to save the others that were called such. They call me a traitor for freeing those who deserve life. I will take this punishment without complaint. God will take me if he feels that my intentions were pure. If he does not, I suppose that I will burn in hell for doing what I know was right. If that is the case, then God is dead to me.
Graveyard Ghostly