Cursed Since A Child
To corrupt innocence in sexual perversion
Makes me sick.
A thoughtless prick.
Punishing the wicked is not my job.
Even though I possess the knowledge
That your a drone and a slob.
The product of the devil.
The bullet and the blade.
To kill and castrate this plague.
They use their sinful tool
In their selfish acts of sexual crime.
A child is a priceless treasure.
That sin can not weigh or measure.
A beloved angel of pure innocence.
To destroy the trust, spirit, body & mind
Is unspeakable and unkind.
They are a joy to cherish.
Shedding tears of injustice.
The lack of morals here is a joke.
To mock and poke.
A meaningless truth aborts the reality.
Of the daily causality.
No cause or reason
No consequence
Evil is the sole ingredient.
Centuries of generations defiled.
Because of one troubled individual.
Senseless violence feeds on pure hearts.
An unheard truth disbelieves and forgets.
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