Tears

Accursed still, be the cursed rapist Who in blind pedophilia Prey upon our little girls. Condemned still, be the condemned satyr Who, in sadistic cannibalism Pounce upon our little sisters! Alas, the tears! Bitter salty tears that gulley to waste The soft cheeks of their innocent faces Alas the ruins! The ruins of shattered dreams, Wrecked ambitions and murdered hopes Alas, the tears! But tremble ye rapist, and quack! For hark, the sound of a bell, Though not the common one, but a knell To summon thee to the flames of hell And by God the truth I do tell There in the pit you’re sure to yell Gnashing your teeth in the bowels of hell No Lazarus, no spring nor well Only the sear and the roast, till you swell! Dear heavens! The bitter tears of the children, May judgment come!