House of the Epstein Crimes

There is a house in New Mexico in sage and pinion pines It was the ruin of many young girls: The house of the Epstein crimes The crystal chandeliers shone bright upon the polished floors But dread and darkness chilled the air, and wept behind each door No lullaby in that wide land, to calm your frightened cries No mamma’s care, no daddy’s hand Just empty gilded lies O daughters, hurt so deeply now living with the pain, you were so young, you could not know you’d never be the same Coyotes wail where children prayed for help but no one heard Now Bondi locked their truths away The victims now are smeared We must expose this cover-up of wealthy powerful men, their cruelties, depravities, in the house of the Epstein sins