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Hell Is Open
Hell is Open Doors closed behind them. Inside, malevolent minds lurked. In places only read about. Or knew of. Pedophile pollution was rampant. Vile male figures threw cloaks of prostitution On children. Innocent, brainwashed. Trust was taught. Five years young, seven, ten. Church basements, rooms of nastiness. Children raped, sodomized. Returned to class, the playground. Lunch went sour. Childhood was threatened. Set aside. Heinous abuse of God's little ones. These priests said Mass, gave communion, Heard confessions of other's sins. How about their confessions of desecration? Sex with a nine month old baby!!??!!?!!!?!!!! Me: Frozen. Tears flowing, heart aching. Revolted, inflamed as a burning Hell, Disgust ever being a catholic. These sleazeballs punishment: jail?!!; A choking smack on his collar, no less. Properly, castration would be just. They're crawling all over the world. A sickening virus that won't desist. Filthy hands on small bodies. Looking up to their kindness, Blown words spit into Satan's cloak. Opening their costumed arms to praise God. Where was God? Dig a deep hole, Scrape their sickness in. Not enough money to ease victim's pain. Their smiles wiped into fright. Oliver O'Grady shipped overseas; Continues his disease. Death in a sea of flames? Hell will welcome them all.
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