by Chuck Maddock

Created on: February 24, 2009   Last Updated: August 06, 2009

Who are you to abuse child?

Who are you to do something so vile?

Who are you to hit, slap, hurt, with enjoying smile?

Who will do to you, your coming venful due?

Where do I look to add To you something bad?

For if a child you abuse, your body I will misuse

With no remorse, demise will be my course

So let me catch you and deliver one or two

So make my day, hurt a little one, and I will have my way

There will be a page highly stained with what of you remain

Break their little bones, take their tiny breath

But be sure to see me for your deserving death

If your sanity be lost, remember to me you pay the cost

Abuse a child no more less that stained page you be evermore

For in my book of vile you will hang ever painful for more that awhile

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