Sick!

Upon this earth I walk

and with some I dare talk.

Though Monsters and lies concealed,

Behind smiles to remain unrevealed.

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Behind blockades of preservation,

Deeds of sickly perversion, 

Unseen because of pious piety, 

Remain hidden by false duality!

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Trapped in webs of sickness,

Their victims feed their darkness.

Perpetual, perverted satisfaction, 

Leads to slips of their disinformation.

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Nigh on two years of observation,

Before police cured of disinclination.

Victims left to suffer the pains,

And bear his putrid stains.

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Lured to visit, his loins offspring,

Drugged, photographed and fondling. 

Own flesh, not even spared,

Of his greedy needs impaired.

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Tears too late for seven innocents,

Shock and outcry over these incidents,

Will not forgive this outrage of neglect,

Of duty by police to serve and protect.

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Fathers duty is to be a protecter,

To raise, nurture, not be a defiler!

From our midst, this vileness cleanse,

Is the only thing that makes sense.

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Cravings, this dark, sick and demented,

Should be noticed and prevented.

Our seclusion from our neighbours,

Does hinder this ideal labour.

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To the victims, healing grant,

May their hearts not rant,

At the atrocities they have felt.

May Gods justice upon him, be delt!