The walls are sweating with the stench of the lie,
While the vultures in suits watch the innocent die.
You call them "leaders," you call them "the state,"
But they’re monsters fueled by a bottomless hate.
We thought we could trust the hand on the wheel,
But it’s satanic filth and a heart made of steel.
Blood-sucking leeches in a temple of sin,
Letting the child-torturing nightmare begin.
No more whispers, no more polite "reform,"
When pedophiles gather to shelter the storm.
They feast on the small, they prey on the weak,
While the truth is a language they refuse to speak.
The mask is ripped off, the rot is laid bare,
There’s a venomous smoke in the hollowed-out air.
They aren't just failing; they’re the beast at the door—
And the people won't bleed for the lies anymore.
It lurks around each corner
at every stop he makes
In front of every camera
from the time he wakes
It’s everywhere he travels
each place he tries to hide
A friend of old, who’ll always be
right there by his side
He wants us to forget him
but he won’t go away
That pedophilic friend of his
with whom he used to play
It’s just too bad for Donald
Epstein’s ghost is like a spy
Hiding in each victim
he will never, ever die
they walk among us,
slipping through cracks in the drywall of laws,
hidden in neighborhoods where swings creak empty.
their eyes,
like needles,
threading innocence with ruin.
you see them in grocery aisles,
behind polite smiles,
a rotting core in a skin of civility.
justice comes late, or never at all.
the system's gears
grind slow,
while childhood crumbles
in a landfill of stolen nights.
the world lets them crawl on,
unnoticed,
like termites,
until the house falls apart exposing
the skeletal remains in the basement.
Pedophiles leap it’s Halloween
What is creepier than that?
They seize any opportunity
To hide up under a mask
Or they stand with candy in hand
Pretending to offer free treat
Your little ones in demand
For perverted eyes to feast
Should you go to the haunted house
Not knowing who will be there
Any spooky character who jumps out
One should really beware
Hard to not fear for kids
Many sociopaths you’d never suspect
Halloween IS scary for this
Safety we should never forget.
10/15/2021
Leaving them hopeless
Breaking their spirit
animals sometimes
humans other times
puts them in cages
torments their souls
soulless monsters
imprisoning
setting a trap
capturing
enslaving
kidnapping
tricking
snaring
hunt
I said it ones, I said it twice
Lay off my son that is not your kind.
Your nonsense is obvious. It's becoming world wide.
If his father didn't choose you.
Doesn't make you to be around mine.
You try to create bunch of nonsense
By using the other kind.
keep in mine my son veins is my blood. For he is mine.
I know when I came to America is to live my own american
Dream.
But it's seems to me your came to america to be a home wrecker and pedophilling peoples kids.
You turned my son against me. When we use to be a happy family.
Your need to be hang by the throat like they use to do to your from ancient history.
Take my father and mother with you too. It seems like y'all a pedophile from ancient history.
Your like invaders, violators, child molester, rapist, pedophiles, freeloaders. That just won't quit.
Keep in mind I know the game your playing. I will destroy all your kind if you don't lay off mines.
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