The Sex Demons: Free Poetry for the Soul of Tomorrow

One thousand or more children

To the wind of tomorrow.

It is not an unusual day, it is more so

A time where the taming of the

Shrewd silence has been broken

By the most disturbed spirit,

A spirit lingering in agony.

The child molester tired energy

Becomes a blood-lust

Of unwitting natural desires,

And their heart has no shame

Because they have forgotten and buried

Their own care-free childhood,

A past that has no mercy.

The sex demons possess their soul

Day and night, their wild unnatural imaginings

Are their maiden voyage

To that unknowing death

Where the children will smile no more,

And there will be no fairy tales in their time.

The mind of the dying spirit

Knows no good, they are blinded by their rage,

Living in an almost innocent tale..,-

Living in-between here and there,

Awaking from an angry nightmare

Reliving the bloodthirsty dream

Over and over, and over.

The kiss of death they visualize

Like an hysterical mad man

Searching for that natural desire

The appeasement of ignorant acceptance.