A child of innocence he was in birth
neglected and left on his own
Lost in his world
Until the strange one with filth
in his mind, peered at the child
With lustful delight.
Lost was the child, its innocence and all
Now stands here a lost human soul
Living a life of filth
he was taught when small.
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