Poetry

Confessions of a Paedophile

I have found Lydia my servant
And with my hoe-ly oil
Have I anointed her

Bless me Father
For I have sinned
Pray for me
But I won’t repent

I thirst for fresh blood
Green vines I can twist round my spine
I am pedofile per-defile
An obscure record in my file

Malleable minds, breakable bones
In their weakness I shall show my strength
Soft skin, budding breast
Fragile figures I sink underneath my weight

I have cum
To cleanse them in my filthiness
Purify in my impurity
Baptize with bad ties
Sanctify insanity

I am their wail, their truth and their cries
The damage only God can repair
I am the janitor with keys to young genitals
The sweet vendor who leaves their taste buds bitter

I am a few steps away for jail
But it isn’t as bad as rotting in hell
I am nightmare
I can’t believe I feel this way for my own little girl

I am repulsive, impulsive
Incense, insane
Irritable, immutable
Perverse, pettish
Obstenate, my life should be obsolete

Between my thighs lies the devils wrath
And its anger rest in the blossom of… little fools

Be merciful unto me Father
And pray for me
For once I leave thy presence
Another’s innocence shall be absent

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