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You Bastard You

I'll be glad when you're dead You bastard you When you're dead..... in your grave No more children will you crave I'll be glad when you're dead You bastard you When you're dead..... shot in the head For your sickness that you fed I'll be glad when you're dead You bastard you When you're dead..... and at Hell's gate No more monsters can you create I'll be glad when you're dead You bastard you When you're dead..... you won't be missed Maybe my nightmares won't exist I'll be glad when you're dead You bastard you When you're dead..... with all your sin It'll be cursed ground you sink in
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Written by
Pauline_Morris
51 / F
Published
May 17, 2016
Lines·Words
24·109
Tags
#pedophile#childmolester
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