Ruins
Filfthy rotten hands
Mutilate and ruin
Destroy a pure soul
Knowingly disrespect her innocence
Tainting a child
Instilling terror
That is everlasting
A sort of pain
That never vanishes
WHY?
How could you?
The innocent now
Ruined
Scarred
Destroyed
Broken
Mentally slaughtered
Because of your lustful thirst
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