Preying Evil Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Preying Evil



There are many facets to many lives, decadent,
removing, retired inside.

Maniac lords doing what they will - no one
gets a choice except themselves.

Without any essence of being, their inherent
natures are evil.

Preying upon undeveloped bodies and minds,
their pregnant lustful desires.

Craven, departed, sick mentally for all time.

Tuesday, March 18, 2014
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Wrote this after hearing a story on the news about a pedophile who preyed on infants.
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