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Poetry by Ritual Abuse Survivors

Ritual Abuse,
Ritual Crime
and Healing

The girl without a name

she had red hair and freckles
she was only about 5
She lay there helpless
She must have wanted to cry!

who was she, I'll never know
for she's gone to satan with a blow!
Her hands and feet were removed
never to run and play again

Her eyes stared straight up at the sky
pleading for a place to hide.

I did not mean to
I did no know
I had killed her so I was told

I never touched her that I know
Or did my evilness reach out from within
bringing her to an end?

I had to consume her
they made me do it
little did they know I'd get through it!

I created her inside and replaced her life
I gave her rest and means of flight
She had her feet and arms alike

After many years God visited her
He told her He loved her
She saw Him hold and love others
Wishing she join comforters

He took her into his arms
loved her forever!

She is free now
But what about me?
Will I ever be free?

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