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Prostitute Child of God
Wretched loneliness resides in her eyes
Relatable to everyone who is human
She reminds them of a young girl lost
Wondering the lonely streets of the world
In search of answers, in search of God
There are some places that even God
Has seemed to conveniently forgotten
One by one they forget who they are
Special to no one but the predators of flesh
Free to feed on their lost hopes and dreams
Little girls forced to perform
For the pleasures of dirty devil infested old men
So much sadness untold
A generation of beautiful young women lost
So many smiles we will never see
Beauty never able to flourish forever suspended in time
A photograph of what could have been
When will God the Father
Bring down the wrath of his fire and brimstone act
The full vengeance of his anger
On those who prey on the innocent
After they’ve prayed to him for the salvation of their
sinful souls.
Dean Jéan-Pierre
(So many times we hear of innocence lost. Grown ass men raping young
girls merely babies themselves. I read a survey recently that suggested more
than half of the world’s young women are either being raped or forced into
prostitution. More than half! The
more civilized we get the further we stray away from our humanity. So it goes.)