Hostility wore a thin smile.
Futility fought back for a while.
A twisted game of joy and love.
Evil covered by a surgical glove.
Immoral desire caught fire.
Filled with unnecessary ire.
Sexual abuse turned into hate.
How could it possibly abate?
The victim had no use for abuse.
Microscopic bits of misery
would be her demented destiny.
She will never prosper and grow.
Premature death will be pitifully slow.
Misguided misogynist will grab another.
Someone's daughter, sister or mother.
A twisted game of perverted love.
Another victim to dispose of.
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