Unreliable Narator

He was unreliable in many more ways then just the one,
Stretched his black wings and left his family for fun,
Now his life is complete as he sits at a computer screen,
Leading others from God with *********** that is obscene.

Latching on to the innocent and those who are pure,
Hand in hand with satan to coax and then to lure,
Nothing worthy beats in his black little heart,
Throwing horrible contests to rip the sad apart.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Mist Avatar
May 16, 2011 at 9:54 AM
the way I see it...if nothing was posted then no one would be tempted to look at it or read it..have to go..long day..and I am not well today...
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May 16, 2011 at 9:51 AM
it is a problem for people...the pictures and words...it is not the internet it is the people posting it, if no one was posting it NO ONE COULD SEE OR READ IT...bottom line..
Song Avatar
May 16, 2011 at 9:08 AM
I think this poem all the way from France is hitting me right in the heart! I have had 2 preacher friends get drawn into pornography and therefore I hate the internet for that..d devil! Even when I want to read a poem on this site and the topic is about a girl dirty images of available girls appear on the sides-even their voices that say call me. I hit MUTE and I have popup blocker enacted and they still work their dirty lil magic! I hate satan's grip on the lonely with this lil cheap thrill!
Mehta Avatar
May 16, 2011 at 8:44 AM
Very raging thoughts, mourning mist,
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