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Abuseing innocence
Listen children I'll spin you a tale
One that could make the devil turn pale
A girl bright beautiful
Her families guiding light
One night wrong dude
Rapes her steals her life
She isn't a girl anymore
Her life exists only for her pimps pocket
A boy of ten oops
Wrong park late after dark
Innocence gone in the blink of his child like eye
Butt fucked to death by some sick guy
His families tears and regrets
His real name the media forgets
Where is God Christians please
Tell me what to believe
Is there life after death
Light after dark
Well where was god at the party
Or at that park
When these babies were sold
To some sick fucks depravatie.
So God turns a blind eye to these guys
Our prison system protects em
What is really on agenda
Politicians pretends
I am just a mother thankfully overprotective
Reading lately of sickness portrayed
On children lost faithless bastards
Abuseing innocence
As if it's their right
The worst tales
Are completed by the kids own parents
Selling them for a pound of meth
They should be killed slow and painfully
Then brought back retortured until death
I stop say a prayer for all babies forgotten
For the hand they been dealt is rotten
One that could make the devil turn pale
A girl bright beautiful
Her families guiding light
One night wrong dude
Rapes her steals her life
She isn't a girl anymore
Her life exists only for her pimps pocket
A boy of ten oops
Wrong park late after dark
Innocence gone in the blink of his child like eye
Butt fucked to death by some sick guy
His families tears and regrets
His real name the media forgets
Where is God Christians please
Tell me what to believe
Is there life after death
Light after dark
Well where was god at the party
Or at that park
When these babies were sold
To some sick fucks depravatie.
So God turns a blind eye to these guys
Our prison system protects em
What is really on agenda
Politicians pretends
I am just a mother thankfully overprotective
Reading lately of sickness portrayed
On children lost faithless bastards
Abuseing innocence
As if it's their right
The worst tales
Are completed by the kids own parents
Selling them for a pound of meth
They should be killed slow and painfully
Then brought back retortured until death
I stop say a prayer for all babies forgotten
For the hand they been dealt is rotten
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