Oh, I know how you lived.
I know where you began,
and how you crawled your way up
into the pockets of the rich,
the powerful, and the perverse.
I know how you lured your prey
the vulnerable young
into your den of debauchery,
forced yourself and others upon them
and threw them out on the streets
like used, broken dolls -
of your greed and lust.
They were going to school.
They were going to go to college.
They were someone's daughter.
They were someone's sister.
They could have had normal, happy lives.
But now, they won't
and never will.
And when they came back to haunt you,
to demand justice
for the unspeakable acts of evil,
you pulled the black strings you tied
around the necks of your corrupted puppets,
and got away with it,
time after time and time again.
But this time, you’re going down.
All the people you know,
your so-called “friends”,
or should I say
your fellow paedophiles in power,
will not come to your rescue.
Oh, on the contrary,
they cannot drop you fast enough
or denounce you with stronger words
and feign ignorance of your beastly ways.
I can’t tell you what’s coming
but all I can say is this:
You’re going to pay,
and so will the others,
for all that you’ve done,
and I will be there,
yes, that’s right, personally,
to look after you
for all eternity.