In the realm where darkness reigns supreme,
Dwell fiends whose deeds make angels scream.
Pedophiles and rapists, devoid of grace,
Spawn of hell, a foul disgrace.
May their agony know no end,
In the abyss where demons fend.
Let flames of torment lick their skin,
For every soul they've scarred within.
No mercy shown, no pity felt,
For those whose hearts with evil melt.
In the fiery depths, let them dwell,
Where screams of anguish loudly swell.
May they suffer, writhe, and wail,
In the depths of their own hellish jail.
For their crimes, no forgiveness sought,
In the darkness, may they be caught.
So let them rot in eternal pain,
Forever cursed, forever stained.
For the innocent they dared to defile,
May their punishment be forever vile.
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Those Things You Call A Poem
PoetryJust a collection of my in and out creativity. This is my rant area so warning, it's cringe, and emo, and just a mess.
