march of the Paedo's

with minds so filthily crammed,

they make Summer seem like an endless 

procession of darkness

Satan like a shy choir boy

Hell, a holiday camp 

in comparison to their iniquitous deeds.

 

Though sickened and vengeful enough

to want them hung drawn and quartered then incinerated

and their ashes scattered into a disused cesspit

I nevertheless know that the guarantee would kick-in

of finding them once more reincarnated as others of their own vile kind

 

like immortal Freddy Krugers

leering in our faces, again, and again

laughing loudly above the noise of infantile screams

echoing down another resurrected Elm Street

or emitting from the bowels of a derelict building.