they are predators, disguised as teachers,
men of the cloth,
damsels in distress,
they are sick, depraved
depressed
wolves in sheep's clothing
they are broken
mentally defective
human shells without souls
slaves to baser passions
lives full of holes
they are educated, credentialed, sitting in places of authority
monsters in charge of the innocent
they are unstable, untrustworthy
inhuman time bombs
they are poisonous vipers
the walking dead
vampires in the sun
they are fathers and mothers
possessed by demons
they listen to disembodied voices
commanding them to kill
and they are obedient
they perform the devil's will
they are out there
by the tens of thousands
and they're being exposed
with each day that passes by
I felt the suffering of their victims
and it made me cry
I considered the countless helpless children
and the ones who are now grown
carrying unspeakable
burdens through
no fault of their own
all the tortured bedtimes
when they can't go to sleep
I imagine their tears in the night
and pray God, their souls to keep
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