Secunda — if it means to love —
lived a life full of happiness,
though something always kept him at bay.
Telling night stories to his children,
afraid of what the world might say about him,
he feared that life would change him —
and those around him feared it too.
So at the altar, in his death,
his children found the truth:
he had been hiding all his life.
He loved the flesh of power.
Please, don’t see him differently.
Because like you and I,
we were all once children —
full of hope,
full of freedom.

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