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You forced her on the bed,
Pinned her down so tight
That her wrists are full of bruises
And her mind isn't so right.

You slapped her beautiful face,
You kicked her lovely thighs,
You've done the unthinkable
Yet you're still here, alive.

How is that fate fair?
Why must you live on?
Their lives are full of suffering
While yours isn't forlorn.

I want you dead and buried;
You don't deserve this Earth.
You've hurt so many souls
And I want you in a hearse.

I don't usually wish this,
It's not my type of hurt,
But your wrongs are unforgiveable
And the demons still lurk.

I want revenge, I want justice,
Which I don't usually do,
But your vile, ghastly actions
Have allowed evil to come through.

You deserve the harshest punishment,
A fate worse than death.
Your kind deserve to suffer,
Yet your life is full of rest.

I hope you pay for the sins
You've committed upon the young.
I will wait for that fateful day,
Believe me, your time will come.

-L.H.

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