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In sixteen ninety-two,
Salem bore a wicked sin;
It was there atop a rugged hill,
They hanged old Sarah Flynn

The Elders deemed her guilty,
Of witchcraft they accused;
Prepared to draw her final breath,
While others stood amused

Scoffing her accusers,
She shouted emphatically;
"Benjamin, Walter, and Jacob!"
"Death shall come to thee in three's!"

From the end of a rope she gasped,
The Elders looked on with a grin;
Benjamin, Walter, and Jacob,
Three brothers, all evil within

Innocent souls were tortured,
Of witchcraft they confessed;
The Elders often chanted,
"To heaven, we are blessed"

It was three years in passing,
Since the death of Sarah Flynn;
The Elder brothers perished,
Her curse upon these men

Benjamin fell from a rooftop,
Walter drowned in a shallow creek;
Jacob was dragged by a furious steed,
Three deaths within three weeks

Sarah Flynn was never a witch,
Nor others who died so tragically;
In the darkest hours of Salem,
Vengeance reigned in three's!

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