One week away from Easter
And chocolate eggs are not on my mind
I was dreading the easter egg hunt
Where my fate would be defined
Whoever found the broken egg
Got to decide who was abused that night
Hardly a reason for celebration
When the fear and terror was in plain sight
It was far from an innocent celebration
And chocolate wasn't up for grabs
It was the children that was on the menu
You took turns to be served upon the slab
No prayers were said
For jesus who allegedly died for our sins
In fact we hoped there was no resurrection
We all wanted to die and be free from such things
We hoped we wouldn't make it
And we hoped we wouldn't see another day
We hoped the morning wouldn't come
It wasn't a new start, just more foul play
Easter didn't signify a new beginning
I'm fact we wasn't naive enough to believe such sh*t
We had witnessed to much carnage
To think Easter Sunday was some magic fix
We knew full well it was a day to dread
And no one wanted to find the broken egg
No one wanted to play Jesus
And decide the fate of those filled with dread
No one wanted to be chosen
But ultimately someone's fate was secured
Someone would be given the broken egg
And that would determine what we endured
A small and innocent child
Made to decide which one of us would be abused
Made to feel like you was one of them
When in reality you was being used
They knew exactly what they was doing
And were the ones that were in control
Not some innocent child
That despite what they said was a pure soul
Playing your twisted games meant nothing
We was puppets on a string
It was you who ultimately determined the fate
It was you who controlled the paedophile ring
It was you who planned the rituals
And made sure we didn't get to celebrate
All of the dates that should of been fun
Were plagued with torture and rape
It was you who determined the asking fee
And decided what we was worth
Ultimately you made a living
By forcing us to live under a curse
Easter wasn't a sign of spring
And it wasn't a sign of rebirth
There was no resurrection
For us it was hell on earth
And now the memories terrorise us
And we wish the days away
Knowing that others are still being abused
For them it will feel like doomsday
To most it's an innocent celebration
And you can't imagine what goes on behind closed doors
You have no idea of the suffering
Of those pinned down by the devil's claws
It's just a bank holiday
Spent at home with the family
But for some home is where the hurt is
And they are abused satanically
So when you break in to your Easter egg
Remember some are having their souls ripped apart
Finding the broken Easter egg
Ultimately leads to a broken heart
They won't be choosing the family film
They'll be choosing a child's fate
So many will be ripped apart
During the torture and the rape
Innocence will be stolen
A childhood taken away
During the Easter celebration
Where to some it's their death day
Not all live to tell the tale
Because they was the sacrificial lamb slaughtered
It was their last time to be chosen
The last time they visited the altar
They wasn't granted repentance
In fact they hadn't even sinned
Still they was starved of the morning light
And died during the Easter weekend
© Owned by Michaela Robinson, Survivor of Satanic Ritual Abuse.
This poem was written by a survivor of Satanic Ritual Abuse. It is a showcase of the kind of horrors such people endure at yearly ritual events, of which Easter is but one. Forthcoming articles will give a basic outline of SRA/trauma-based mind control, its affects on its victims, and how to recognise and treat those suffering from it. It is a major issue in all countries of the world today.