(AGAINST THE CHILD ABUSE)
I wouldn’t say sorry
After I cut theirs private parts
Merciless heart could be longer with me
To avoid the Dracula and Vampires
To melt the barbaric heads
To restrict the human trades
Call me as murderer either killer.
The days make them broader and broader
They still on the game
Like cricket balls by our juveniles
Like the sex toys by our saplings
Turn comes to me to play over of them
By the hot iron rods
Inside their inhuman throats
Will plunge till out the skull of the head
Wish to cook them lively
Necessarily, not count as my dish
But:
Not let me call a cannibal
Passionately I will cut them
Quarter after quarter
As I put red chilies on the bleed
If you once could catch them
Kindly bring to me altogether
Let me arrange for them a long marathon
Nakedly on the public place
Till the pubic hairs fall completely from them
I’ll not let them free after the long run
Juveniles must to splash by the urine
Over again and again till they collapse
Even the mine too
After the people satisfy the scenes
Let me carry them
As foods in the tiger’s zoo!!
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