The secrets you keep will kill you one day And I hope I'm there when ONE of your many victims finds
You crying,
Begging and pleading for mercy
I hope
I Am there
NOT to cheer them on
but, to watch
The Life
Leave your dilapidated body
As people stop, stare and point at your Simple pedophile mind
Shame and disgust They will cast your way You judged
And spit on our rights
Those young girls will grow up one day and start to hunt you down
Oh My!
Mr.Tough guy has fear in this aminate eyes.
You hate Me for the Monster I am,
In which you created
The one you SCREAMED at
And starved
Then YOU wonder why?
You've been hunted by Monsters like me. in this age of technology, you should be very worried.
Blame yourself for the situation
Little girls and boys grow up wanting justice weather its served hot or cold.
They will come for which you owe them,
And they'll all come looking for their pound of flesh for the souls you
Encouraged into hell.
©kathie
K