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Pedarist

PEDARIST Why am I so flippant yet complacent? Hypocritical Martyr Torture chamber – secret sub-basement Bomb shelter Pedophile aquarium Abducted children raped half-dead Migraines and Menstruating Horrible highway ambiance Static from a radio unaware Of our new piece of world, our breath of new air Almost caught so only kill their daughters instead A farm for inbred rapists and prepubescence Shattered psyche of victims to share Till they pile into a mass grave dead. And the blood from evil hands now to rinse. Resent this road leading to nowhere.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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