Pedophiles End

He’s tied down to the table,

“Please, please let me go.”

I slowly crank the cable,

“Please I won’t let anyone know.”

So he is lying flat in front of me

Every inch of his body I can see

“Please for the love of God.”

I picked up a small blade

From my tray of ends and odds

The man before me prayed

But God wouldn’t save him today

Wouldn’t save him from his stay

At my pleasure palace of pain

Covered in hospital scrubs

So the blood doesn’t stain

Surrounded by bath tubs

So the blood doesn’t get everywhere

The blade cuts off his clothes

All he’s wearing now is underwear

My hand gabbed a saw and froze

“Please I haven’t done anything.”

The saw would be one of the later tools

For now I’ll give him a few stings

That’ll teach him to stay away from schools

My first choice is fillet knife

Which I use to peel off his skin

He screams for his pathetic life

“Please just tell me my sin!”

Deciding he has a right to know

I pulled out the mural I had made

The pictures of his victims it shows

He knew he had no words to trade

So he screamed his heart out

But it didn’t matter how much he shout

No one would hear him

While I started to give his hair a trim

After I cut the skin from his head

I made sure he wasn’t dead

Then I took up a hammer

And again he began to stammer

“P-P-P-lease; I’m sorry. P-p-p-p-lease”

I shattered fingers with ease

Once all his fingers laid broken

He repeats the words already spoken

“Please just let me go”

“I’ll let everyone know”

But I wasn’t done yet

I hadn’t even broke a sweat

My next tool of pleasure and pain

Was a screw driver nice and plain

I use it on his feet like a drill

His voice breaks into a shrill

“Please just kill me now”

I wipe the blood on his brow

The next up is a pair of pliers

I grip a rib through the skin

Squeeze until it snaps like wires

The man will pay for every last sin