🅿urity shattered by trembling hands,
🅴choes of innocence stain the sands.
🅳emons hide in human guise,
🅾aths broken beneath children’s cries.
🅿ain becomes their wicked creed,
🅷ell awaits what hearts mislead.
🅸n the mirror, monsters grin,
🅻ies are dressed as love within.
🅸n every scar, the truth will bloom—
🅰 curse eternal: they carved their tomb.
Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 11:42 AM UTC
🅿urity shattered by trembling hands,
🅴choes of innocence stain the sands.
🅳emons hide in human guise,
🅾aths broken beneath children’s cries.
🅿ain becomes their wicked creed,
🅷ell awaits what hearts mislead.
🅸n the mirror, monsters grin,
🅻ies are dressed as love within.
🅸n every scar, the truth will bloom—
🅰 curse eternal: they carved their tomb.
This poem condemns ********** as one of humanity’s deepest evils 👿👿👿the destruction of purity for selfish hunger. It speaks for the victims’ lost innocence and reminds that such acts rot the soul beyond redemption.
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