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torturous walking dead.( children shall not die in vain)

A child predator
Lurking the streets where i live,
Attracted to the innocence
a beautiful child unconditionally give's,
Temping them with lollipops and puppies,
Streets aren't safe to walk home alone,
As a mother my heart starts to sink,
Every thought so affected to the brink,
So many children just disappear,
I'm over protective and keep my children near,
I see it all the time on fb and the news,
You tortured soul's have no rights to abuse,
Its a scary world we live in,
Us parents fighting against the wind,
But the government lets the sickness out to walk amongst the living,
I say they all must be dead,
To reap such illness inside their head,
Once locked behind bars for life,
Should forever stay,
Never to hurt their innocent pray,
Make a stand and fight today,
God isn't in charge of the clinically insane,
No more children to have to go though such pain,
Broken little angle's their death in vein,
Make a stand take away the parental strain,
Let our kids play freely to dance in the rain,
No parent should have to search the world
to only find the child's remains,

To all innocence lost within the twisted minds of torturous walking dead,
( change the laws these demons are dead to their hunger our children shall not be fed).
nardine Sanderson 16/08/2014.

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Nardine Sanderson

I have posted this to all my Facebook friends and family, asking that they share it , in hopes our law's on the heartbreakingly painful subject that is amongst us everyday, can be changed in ord to save the lives of our innocent children, making the streets a safer place to, no child should have to hide away, or be afraid to play, life is precious, don't let the laws take their rights away, good day xoxo love always nardine

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