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OLD JOE

 OLD JOE HOW I WATCH YOU MESSING WITH THE YOUNG GIRLS AND BOYS, PEOPLE THINK YOU ARE JUST A FRIENDSLY OLD MAN, GOOD OLD JOE
BUT I KNOW SOMETHING THEY DONT KNOW , YOUR ARE A PERVERT A CHILD MOLESTER , YOU HAVE BEEN FOR A WHILE , ALL LOLLY POPS AND SMILES
HOW MANY VICTIMS JOE 100 OR SO, A TRAIL OF BROKEN CHILDHOODS, LEFT IN YOUR WAKE, YOU DIRTY FILTHY OLD FAKE,

I WATCHED AND WAITED BROKE INTO YOUR LAIR, FOUND YOU ASLEEP IN YOUR BED THERE, THE ROMM WAS FULL OF KIDDY PORN, DOLLYS, LOLLIES, TOYS FOR LITTLE BOYS, TWISTED IMAGES, SWEETS AND TREATS, YOU HAVE GOT AWAY WITH IT FOR SUCH A LONG TIME JOE, DECADES, MORE WHO KNOWS
BUT TONIGHT YOU ARE MINE, TONIGHT I AM THE PREDATOR YOU THE VICTIM SWINE, FIRSTLY I HIT YOU ON THE HEAD WITH A HAMMER, ENEOUGH TO STUN, BUT NOT HARD ENOUGH TO KILL, I WANT SOME FUN, THERE WAS BLOOD
, BUT I WANTED SO MUCH MORE FLOODS, I GAGGED YOU, STRIPPED YOU DOWN TO YOUR FILTHY OLD BIRTHDAY SUIT, CONNECTED WIRES TO YOUR WRINKLY OLD BALLS AND PLUGGED THEM IN, YOU NUTS AND NOB FRIED
YOU TRIED, TO SCREAM, BUT I WASNT FINISHED BEING MEAN, I POURED BLEACH OVER YOUR TOASTED TREATS, YOU OFFERED TO LITTLE KIDS
AND CUT OFF THE OFFENDING OLD COCK, THAT SO MANY YOUNG INNOCENTS
SAW WITH SHOCK, THE BLOOD WAS A CRIMSON FLOW OF RED, AS I SAT ON THE BED, WATCHING YOU SUFFER, I PUT MY HAIR IN PIGTAILS, AND A LITTLE DRESS ON, JUST TO TEASE, AS I STABBED YOU TIME AFTER TIME AFTER TIME, SLICING , DICING, EXCITING MYSELF AT THE THOUGHT OF ANOTHER KILL, IT GAVE ME SUCH A THRILL, I WAS PUTTING AN END TO YOUR DIRTY OLD LIES, BY SOWING UP YOUR FILTHY MOUTH , I MUST HAVE STABBED YOU 50 TIMES OR MORE, GOD I LOVED THE GORE, I NEEDED MORE, SO I SET YOU ON FIRE, LOOKED BACK AT MY WORK AS I LEFT, AND SMILED, I WAS JUST A CHILD WHEN WE LAST MET, I WAS PLEASED AT THE END RESULT, YOU WRE JUST BURNING PULP, I WAS HOMING MY KILLING CRAFT BEAUTIFULLY, I TOOK OUT MY NOTE PAD ONC OUTSIDE, AND TICKED YOUR NAME OFF, TOMMORROW I WOULD VISIT ANOTHER LIKE YOU, BECAUSE EVERY KILL IS A THRILL,

SO UNTIL YOU READ MY INK AGAIN   C
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