Trial of the Lilithite - Introduction

My name at birth: Ben Collingsworth,

A former Magistrate;

For what we did, my tears I hid

And no longer shall I wait.

Dark memories stored in the Year of our Lord

Sixteen eighty seven;

The tale within steeped in my sin;

Confess'd to earn passage to Heaven.

A debt I owe, so thou shalt know

The town on which we trod,

And how it fell straight into hell,

In the name of the Lord, our God.

My Lord - I beg -- this powder keg

Was not my heart's design;

My life near spent, I thus repent!

My soul He shan't malign.

And so I sit, and in blood writ,

Recount the terrible loss:

So many poor souls, now buried in holes, 

Six feet 'neath Tucker's Cross.

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