Child Pedophile

You've done it so many times,
That you have a long file,
How you lure girls into your house,
And make them feel worthwhile.

You lie to their face,
And make them worship you.
Little did they know
You were playing them like a tool.

They were under eighteen,
And you touched them,
Made them feel
Like you were their friend.

You've touched so many girls,
And yet, you've never been caught.
Thirty, maybe forty
Girls that could have fought.

Yet, you're going for more.
You're watching on a playground,
Where you'll find many children.
It's a child molester's hunting ground.

What made you be,
What made you act this way?
Why did you ruin their young lives,
And blame it on fate?

When you're at court,
You say it's sad but it's your nature,
Then, they let you on the streets
Where you look for many more.

Oh, look!
You've seen the perfect girl.
You go over to her,
Say she's pretty and out of this world.

She smiles and flirts back,
Doesn't think there's nothing bad.
But the truth of this world is
It's all just bloody sad.

Then, he walks her to his house,
And brings her inside.
But before she object,
He gags and drugs her 'till she can't put up a fight.

And as he's tying her up to his bed that night,
She regret what she's done to today,
And if she could,
She'd take back everything she'd said.

But, sadly,
The world doesn't work that way.
And all she's left with,
Is to die the next day.

All because
The Child Pedophile
Likes to grab girls,
Who end up in his special file.