PEDOPHILLIA

PEDOPHILLIA

A Poem by Writtenments

PEDOPHILLIA

© Michael Franz Whitby



When a child is born

Neither child nor parent knows what the ending moments will be like

If towards the light or towards the darkness

Those moments just before final departure, tells of the aftermath’



Born when the sun and the moon wishes not to witness

Those times of peak births

The heavens’ goes to total darkness

Eclipsed!

Soon after their births

Most of the birthing doctors and nurses

Get ill, quite ill…


Since they had direct contact

And because these medical personnels’ will never share that same mindset

Their illness can get quite serious

But often are those cases in thinking’ - rouge cold virus…


so these young arrivals grow

And from their time of birth into adult wickedness

They often have damaged several innocent young souls

All within their young training years


By the time they become adults

They are well versed

And seek only the young innocent ones for their sexual exploits

Acts of dirty deeds formulated in disgustingness


They have two main objectives

Soil and pollute innocent children all around this Earth

And in doing so, create next generation of…


pedophiles…


molesters of the innocent

Such negatives are deeply rooted in every ethnicity world-wide

And is spreading and continues to spread

Much faster than average humans’ realizes


They often reside in overly polluted areas in most cases…


did you know!

Life gets sweeter in…

title fog district…

aide in diminishing all signs of aging

Because in some locales one can’t see beyond ones’ arms length

Not to be taken as being disrespectful…or…evoking disgracefulness…just…

since in title fog district

A location filled with intelligent personalities

Sexually sicken intelligent personalities

Because it takes one of a mad genius mentality, to find sexual pleasure from a child

An overly sick and twisted intelligent mindset!


Did you know!

One of the largest infections is to be found in…


title fog district!

More so when a particular season comes into being

Happenings become more frequent, far beyond just seasonal changes

Daily there’s more whiff of intelligent souls doing their deeds

But not all deeds are created equally


Some have it in the recorded books

Claimants that title fog district is being run over with intelligent souls

And that the original first pedophile

Was born not far from most famous local bridge…


small town setting

Based on active and inactive scheduling

Filled with elegance everyday

Since they are so civilized…

castrated male bovine faeces’


some say ones born inside title fog district are blanch but refresh

Exceptional at keeping family secrets

But in all stages

Only the sick is having a good laugh

Because someone of trust has by-passed all forms of positive indulgences…


now turn into something else

And often those pasts’

For some might take decades to heal…


long agonizing decades!


Some of the innocent

From past close setting proximity where negatives occurred

Keep on playing past events like they were moving postcards

Based in negative memories from some place in time

Moments when the world stood still

And a young soul may have lost all hope

All forms of belief

Making one having to leave a place of ones’ birth

Not ever wanting to return - even in death…


insisting on cremation

Rather than their’ remains being buried

Anywhere close or inside title fog district…


that’s how deep those personalized penetration reaches

Especially from a young innocent child that continues to ask:

Why me?

And no definite nor solid respond still has not been obtained

As the suffering continues!


Did you know!

The visionaries consider themselves healers

May want to take longer in discussions

Because, like all healers, there are monetary fulfillments in truth seekings’…


having their take on the reasons why some keep so many secrets

Deep rooted secrets

But so does the…


philosophizers filled with dilemmas!

Still trying to leak out more information…

from every stage in life

Knowing somewhere in the in’betweens’ of fresh and staled solutions

Lies’ the truth!


Victims are the only souls having full acknowledgements

Of all the negatives

That has been in an assault mode from their younger days

If they decide on taking some events to their place of burial

Then no great healer can stop such thinkings’

So healers of this world have to start being more open…

about the truth…

more honest with the ones’…victims…

maybe a beautiful-handsome innocent soul

Healers need to tell and give allowance

Especially to those needing some real honest truth


To go forth from this moment burying what memories one’ can

Knowing the belief once thought lost, have never left

Moving forward with head held high

Does take painstaking work…


proud because ones’ God knows all truth…


so let oneself’ be free…

your truth is now setting you free

Since half of ones’ life goes by so quickly

The following half moves even faster


So with future freedom in hand, one should try to fulfill lost dreams

Embracing love, life with some normalcy

And let God-your God-ones’ God handle the endings’

Of those overstepping their role as protector of the innocent!




reversing forward, future is history!

Writtenments…

sixty-six of one thousand

© 2016 Writtenments


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