Within the folds of innocence and purity

The pestilent man piously confides

Cast in his demonic irons, cursed by his possession

His Merciless and Victims dine together in Hell

A voracious and ravenous appetite sated only by his particular 

Menu and cuisine

This is no man by any means that can be described within

The languages and tongues of men

It can only be described within The Nightmares of the captured and slain

Seated on its right as Honored Guests and Trophies, Victims All

It’s darkness shines behind its simple smile

Festering a patient and evil itch just under the skin

Lurking within the outermost fringes of Inhumanity

Where the Innocent are corrupted and The Nightmares begin

(For the survivors of sexual trauma)

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