• Hannah Flowers

what once was sacred is cursed

perhaps it could be worse

the temple at which i’d pray

overrun now by this wraith

my messiah led me astray

that’s what you get with blind faith

my friends were also fooled

when you really believe in a lie

it becomes your truth

a chorus of “i’m so happy for you”

echoed through the rest of my youth

with my head down i paid my dues

it’s difficult not to feel used

immortalizing the abuse as my muse

his crimes will live on forever

but he will too.

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