Conversion, Not Conviction

He put his hands on a little baby His thoughts and actions, total impurity Does things that, to us, are so obscure The kinds of things no one wants to hear. His 9 year old son, To his head- Dad holds a gun- "Now you do as I say," trying to convince the frightened boy, "You'll like it, we're only going to play". He has found his mark Breaking into her home, he planned to embark- in the middle of night the coward rapes her in the dark. She is almost eighty has always lived in love & safety A happy life she has always lead Until he beat her over the head Spread his seed and disease leaving her for dead, he simply fled. Immediately thereafter, He was caught, his life now a disaster! Behind bars they want him, for "Some kinda social sin." A sweet talking lawyer convinced the jury he "had problems" "No need for prison, sometime in a Mental hospital" "Conversion, not conviction." "After all, most testimonies are pure fiction." This is the reality we, as a society, face every single day. Forget converting these freaks, sexual predators - molesters and child **** geeks. I say fry 'em all and let them know what it feels like to be so helpless, so small. A. Green Trafficking