an ode to child molesters-(and the people makin money off of them)

YOU better pray with me they dont remember like many others do-we tryin to forgive without you askin us to- the words in our mouth for you are sharp like spinning razors, spinning twirling free like they used to be- its a bubbling blue sky with lava for rain- the air bristles with opportunity to bring you pain- for messin with our fragile plans for a destiny- ready for all odds but thee- put yourself in the mix jacked the cake up for all of us- following selfish needs for darkness and your undefined lust-as alluring as evil is there is a thing we never touch-- the innocence we possess --somehow you needed as much-- yeah you gat a story but what was wrong with Jesus??? - we know its common among kids, but a grown up is too much-- put the shoe on the other foot or it might cost you a leg- and no one will care what in your childhood they said- he WAS good ,he was hurt, no, they wont give a damn -they will cast stones to make you look like a train went bam- come, come out of your hole ,and stop draggin us in--dont be a thief and steal glory, with this most pointless of sins......