Doomed plans of safety surface between showcases of

failed poetry. Your bullshit liberal declaration of

pedophile immunity. Yet you wear it like a badge of

wealth. One more ribbon, one more guilt trip. Still

you would give them one more chance and damn those

whores for carelessness. Come with your declaration.

Cut the length and choose your mount. I'll wet the

appetite for change. I'll feast on them for a while.

Statistic after sick statistic. Only your success is

more pathetic. Take the rape and push it in until

you're raw to any comfort. Eaten out hollow he feasts.

He smiles with her on his breath. She can no longer

feel it tear. She can no longer push her self to

breath. Yet you wear it like a badge of wealth. One

more ribbon, one more guilt trip. Still you would let

those bastards live and damn those whores for

carelessness. Come with your legislation. Cut the

length and give them rope. I'll wet the appetite for

change. I'll feast on them for a while. Verdict after

unjust verdict. Only your success is more twisted.

Take the rape and pull it out. Until you're raw to any

comfort. Eaten out hollow still bound. A smile never

passed her lips. She's tore to her navel. His sick

idea of growing pains. Yet you wear it like a badge of

wealth. One more ribbon, one more guilt trip. Still

you would let those bastards free and damn those

whores for carelessness. Come with your empathy. Cut

to length and kick them down.