Paodophilic Cult Weekend
Here they come,
In their finery,
Wishing I was the Devil,
Theyabuse me and vanish.
This weekend I have invited watchers,
So they can see,
How they keep me in need,
How they win my trust,
For the day.....
Everything is fine and dandy
in their makebelieve world,
What a hold they had over me,
NowI'm registered mentally ill,
So they still have power over me.
But I know and watch for a time when all the actors have died.
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