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Brutal and inferior men

Gain power through sexual abuse,

They’re the rapist the paedophile

With the punchable faces of guile,

Sick and twisted little men

Can’t get a girlfriend and impotent,

They seek power through abuse

They seek control over women who refuse,

Their sweaty awkwardly advances

These predators fancy their chances,

But only through submissive ways

When confronted with women strong and brave,

These little men sick men they run away,

Scared on the strong feminine divine

So hunt down children who in their mind,

Are vulnerable and how they love that

Paedophiles are a tragic act and that’s a fact,

Any moral fortitude they simply lack

There’s a case for bringing casteation back,

With chemicals or just remove their sack

So that within them their labido lacks,

The will or ability to get aroused so will

Like a cat sit on the window sill,

Watching as life goes by each day

As their meaning for living fades away.