People Like you SHOULD Die

People Like you SHOULD Die

A Poem by Airila

You abuser
You molester
You murderer of children
You pedophile
You have no heart
Oh how I wish to see you suffer
See you beg for your life the way those innocent children did
With this blade, with this gun, with this poison
I steal your worthless life away
Just like you did them.

Oh the things I'd love to do to you
I'll chop, no I'll slowly cut all your fingers off
So you'll know you'll never molest another infant again
Then I make my way lower...can you say...castration?
I think that cause is self explanatory, but I'll say it anyways
You'll never RAPE a little girl or boy ever again
You're a monster, you are spawned from my only hate
Moving on. I'm gonna remove your organs like that weird guy did to Vince Vaughn in ''The Cell''
I bet you'd like that huh? I know I would.

The same torture you put those children through
I'm gonna make it 3 times as bad
The pain and unimaginable hurt you caused them
I'm gonna make it so bad for you you'll BEG me to just end it
But I won't, not just yet
I'm gonna cut your tongue out n shove it down your pitiful throat
I'm gonna remove your eyes..not before I make you look in the mirror
Look at the suffering you feel
So you KNOW..I mean business.

I wanna make every moment for you so terribly painful
I wanna slowly watch you lose consciousness
The sweet revenge, the delayed gratification
All those suffering families
The loss they'll feel
They'll welcome me into their hearts a hero
I swear I'll kill every single one of you...slowly and painfully
Every child, every innocent
Their souls can rest in peace

Yours never will.
The smile I have as the blood splashes me
Watching you bleed out profusely
From every angle
The pool of blood on the floor arouses me so
Your guts strewn across the floor
Parts of your body lay in the room
I lick my lips...and I taste your blood
Hope I'm not poisoned by it.

I let this hate consume me
The rage I possess for people like you
Animals like you
With face only a mother would love
But she doesn't even love you
How can she?
She gave birth to a disgusting, loathsome creature like you
I watch the suffering
I'm watching you suffer.

© 2010 Airila


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:D In my 19 years here even I'm paranoid and in Jamaica that sort of thing is something we don't normally hear about, though kids ARE dying here, its more gang related or accidents...and in some case actual murder and abuse...but not as much as the rest of the world.... I don't feel safe here at all. hell I'm even paranoid about taking the bus to school. But what's been done to these innocents is beyond reproach.


Posted 15 Years Ago


Very powerful outcry for justice.. standing for the innocence of children and their rights to have freedom! I despise these people.. so much that I fear having knowledge of them.. being around me or my children. It's a rampant problem that can never truly seem to be gone.. you may not hear about it (no one likes talking about this.. it makes me feel sick).

Those convicted should have their sexual desire taken from them .. by means of court ordered castration or female circumcism through surgery (oh yes.. I am told there are even female pedophiles out there.. I can't even imagine!).. as barbaric as that sounds .. what are our future children worth? Or stopping this issue!

Our children are worth more than the time these people serve in prison.. equal to something like jaywalking or careless driving.. how can they compare or explain the sentences? You can really feel the power and anger you contain in this writing.. and I KNOW you are not alone on this subject!!!!

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Airila
Airila

Kingston, Jamaica



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