Adulterer "I am John Proctor a man tested by fire In Salem's Crucible where accusations conspire. That panda inside me is just like life not only black white Within my heart quill stained with ink Confessions unspoken secrets that shrink. On forehead word etched in the night it screams stain on fight. The sound I hate judge's gavel life being scattered gravel A scent despise soup filled lies tastes bitter and sweet full of deceit. Dark sanctuary sleep cell refuge from judgment but time straight hell. If hands could speak tale grief they would tell sad for wife who must live shell."