Depths of a child's eye,
screams with a cry.
The victim of a demon,
undeserving of freedom.
One who has lust,
seeking out trust.
Innocence; Gone!
Damage; Done!

Incarceration; a piece of cake.
Peace of mind for heaven's sake.
Would a God create such pain?
Tears from hell fall like rain.
Only good can be blamed for such,
evil things spawned by lust.
Sickopaths in a world of now.
What? Where? Why? How?

In a dark mind a light shines.
As a cone beneath the pines.
All to obvious of an answer.
Remove the tumor to cure the cancer.
Victimized are no more.
No more monsters behind the door.
Molest a child in any such way,
One less Chester, shall we say.