Watch them hang, watch them burn. For Satan is which they yearn. See them rock, see them sway. They deserve it anyway. Hear them scream, hear them yell. Their spirits will go to Hell. Her soft singing was stopped abruptly as her mother slapped her across the face. She looked up and, seeing the womans anguish, averted her gaze.
The pretty face of her mother looked strangely aged and strands of her brown hair had fallen out of its clasp. This was odd in itself, almost scary to the young girl. Mama? Her mother was sobbing softly, but openly, as she yelled. Child, what is the matter with you? When her daughter didnt answer, she slapped her again.
Elizabeth, answer me! The girl remained silent. Tonight they from me my righteous child and my devil children are left for me to suffer their evil. Her daughter simply raised an arm, pointing at the young man who had just entered. Mama
her mother turned, see