The flames of hell they seemed so high
When I could barely see over the pew
I was only a boy when they told me that lie
But lord it felt so true
And that’s a hell of a thing to do to a kid
Just to teach him right from wrong
You can burn in hell for the rest of your days
Or you can choose to sing along
Found this song on shuffle during a drive and had to pull over to cry out some religious trauma.


“The people in the trees” lives in my head rent free, but not 100% in a good way. Huge SA trigger warning (not pervasive in terms of time spent on the topic, but yeah, if you are AT ALL squeamish about that sort of thing, give this one a pass). But it is quite unlike anything else I’ve read and stuck with me in a way other books I randomly grabbed at the library with no context generally do not. Left me very much questioning how I view people and the world and how easy it is to allow monsters to hide in plain sight.