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Was Only A Child
You took advantage of a 13 year old boy.
Hardly even hitting puberty. You used me...
In an unethical way. You forced your manhood down my throat.
Fully aroused, you fondled me
You spread my ass cheeks, and forced yourself in.
I lie there in pain, tears stream down my face.....
Both physical an emotional pain.
You whisper in my ear.....
Tell not a single soul, or you shall die.
Used and abused knowing, what you have done, was wrong.
I tell the leaders, not really believing me, they question you.
Than after they leave, you drag me high, upon the mountain.
Where you pay, homage to the lord of darkness.
A fire burning big and bright.
My hands and feet tied....not able to move.
The leaders see the fire.
They stop it before, you kill me.
Now you sit in jail.
I should have cut off, your fucking dick....
And shoved it down your fucking throat.
In hope that you would choke
(This poem is true. I was 13 when I was, sexually assaulted, by my boy scout master. He was also a Satanist, ans tried to sacrfici me when I went to the head leadership of the boy scout camp.)
Hardly even hitting puberty. You used me...
In an unethical way. You forced your manhood down my throat.
Fully aroused, you fondled me
You spread my ass cheeks, and forced yourself in.
I lie there in pain, tears stream down my face.....
Both physical an emotional pain.
You whisper in my ear.....
Tell not a single soul, or you shall die.
Used and abused knowing, what you have done, was wrong.
I tell the leaders, not really believing me, they question you.
Than after they leave, you drag me high, upon the mountain.
Where you pay, homage to the lord of darkness.
A fire burning big and bright.
My hands and feet tied....not able to move.
The leaders see the fire.
They stop it before, you kill me.
Now you sit in jail.
I should have cut off, your fucking dick....
And shoved it down your fucking throat.
In hope that you would choke
(This poem is true. I was 13 when I was, sexually assaulted, by my boy scout master. He was also a Satanist, ans tried to sacrfici me when I went to the head leadership of the boy scout camp.)
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