Dorian Hargrove 8 p.m., Dec. 11
"And you shouldn't have to pay for your love with your bones and your flesh!"
--Pat Benetar, from "Hell Is For Children.'
Another child has been snatched away.
She might survive, but more likely no.
Use 'em, abuse 'em, kill 'em...
then drive to some spot and lose 'em.
We lost two...maybe more...like that.
All gone to feed a monster's habit.
While he lives in the Corcoran heat,
his victims never will live to tell the tale.
What drives a punk to act in such a way?
What drives them to rape and kill the weak?
What must their final thoughts be--oh, horror!
What gives the punk his jollies as he preys?
Where does The Love Of God really go
as living children become violated corpses?
Does the Angel of Death weep copiously
as he brings back the soul to God's Embrace?
We have lost children to predators for eons,
and will keep losing them until the End of Time.
Where do molesters go in the afterlife, really?
Does Satan make them dig yet another level in Hell?
There is no cure that God or Man knows of for this,
lifetime confinement being what seems to work.
Yet these tortured torturers must watch their backs--
for The Reaper awaits around every corner to end it all.
With each death, my heart grown that much heavier...
another unavenged innocent going on to see God.
Hell was never meant to house innocent children...
nor were they meant to feel Hell on this Earth!
That could have been me buried in that mud pit...
raped, tortured, killed, left to never be found.
All to feed the perversion of a sicko kiddie-raper,
who lives their fantasies in our horrific final hours.
Even if we execute every child molester on the spot,
there will never be an end to their horrid kind.
The new will replace the departed, and the cycle goes on...
a reminder that pure evil still, indeed, walks the Earth!