I went to church today. The preacher told me that I would be saved here. He said to pray for forgiveness. He told me that if I came to visit you every Sunday, then you would listen. He told me that I should get on my hands and knees every night for you. He told me that if I never spoke of another god, then you would love and forgive me. He told me that I needed to be obedient and follow all your teachings. Only this wasn't an actual church, the preacher wasn't real, and you weren't a god. You were my abuser, and I stayed silent for too long. I hope you never find another lamb to follow you.
