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Poetry by Ritual Abuse Survivors

Ritual Abuse,
Ritual Crime
and Healing

I Just Wanted

She lay upon an altar
Black robes gathered round
 
Her body stretched in shining light
Her feet and arms were bound
 
I gasped at her with head held tight
By hands pressed on either cheek
 
Nor could I close my eyes at all
As I heard the High Priest speak:
 
Oh, Father, Satan, whom we adore
Who rules the night upon this shore
 
We offer this sacrifice to you
A virgin pure and shining new
 
As we drink her blood tonight
And partake her body with much delight
 
Give us might and power too
That we may rule this world with you…
 
Mesmerizing pain assured
I saw them defile her while she endured
 
And when they had finished their evil deed
They turned to me to fill their need
 
I flicked my eyes from one to one
And saw in them a new lust begun
 
At last I turned to the altar wanton
And to the body that lay thereon
Whimpering and moaning was what I heard
From the maiden who lay there without a word
 
I watched as a black robe raised a spear
To penetrate the throat of the maiden dear
 
One by one the black robes came
Stone mugs they filled with the same
 
When all had drunk of her life's source
Blood running down their cheeks, of course
 
The light went out of their eyes that night
I was granted one more daylight
 
One more night the sleep of death
One more try to free myself
 
The monthly rituals came and went
I hardened to the nights I spent
 
Had I known then what awaited me
I would've cut my throat and let me bleed
 
Let them drink blood dried by light
Let them drink it every night
 
When all then is said and done
That was how my life begun

 

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