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Array ( [sid] => 54925 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Injured Children [time] => 2004-07-05 22:43:20 [hometext] => Each one of these priests should have been given their on church. Inside prison walls. I think everyone would have benefitted with this result. And everyone would have been happy...even the priests...lol [bodytext] => Injured children ~ Broken lives,
Trusted men with God inside,
Men who preached to the masses,
Men who befriended lads and lasses,
They smiled and joked weaving trust,
But goodness here was only crust.

They took aside the very young,
They spoke with a deceitful tongue,
In most cases they were little boys,
To teach them love was their ploy,
With every word and every touch,
A Godless man reaked his lust.

Injured children ~ Broken lives,
Trusted men with God inside,
After raping these little boys,
Entertainment ~ Just little toys,
Then they hid all the facts,
Covered their horrific acts.

The church itself hid these men,
By moving them from glen to glen,
So, the violence made it rounds,
And the men of God made no sound,
But the hurt grew from boys to men,
Scared, but facing what happened to them.

Now, standing tall as proud men do,
Demanding answers and penalties too,
The church now is hearing their cries,
Trying to answer their questions why?
Not understanding the church and its ways,
Justice and religion has surely decayed.

Injured children ~ Broken lives,
Trusted men with God inside.
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Injured Children

Contributed by tifrob on Monday, 5th July 2004 @ 10:43:20 PM in AEST
Topic: ChristianPoetry

Injured children ~ Broken lives,
Trusted men with God inside,
Men who preached to the masses,
Men who befriended lads and lasses,
They smiled and joked weaving trust,
But goodness here was only crust.

They took aside the very young,
They spoke with a deceitful tongue,
In most cases they were little boys,
To teach them love was their ploy,
With every word and every touch,
A Godless man reaked his lust.

Injured children ~ Broken lives,
Trusted men with God inside,
After raping these little boys,
Entertainment ~ Just little toys,
Then they hid all the facts,
Covered their horrific acts.

The church itself hid these men,
By moving them from glen to glen,
So, the violence made it rounds,
And the men of God made no sound,
But the hurt grew from boys to men,
Scared, but facing what happened to them.

Now, standing tall as proud men do,
Demanding answers and penalties too,
The church now is hearing their cries,
Trying to answer their questions why?
Not understanding the church and its ways,
Justice and religion has surely decayed.

Injured children ~ Broken lives,
Trusted men with God inside.

Copyright © tifrob ... [ 2004-07-05 22:43:20]
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Re: Injured Children (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 5th July 2004 @ 10:58:29 PM AEST
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I think they should be beaten and have to carry a cross to their own crucifixion. Nail them by their genitalia on their crosses. Just like they 'nailed' all the poor children.

Rita

Re: Injured Children (User Rating: 1 )
by waos on Wednesday, 7th July 2004 @ 08:39:10 PM AEST
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i think its horrible what happened to them too. and what you wrote here was good. but i also believe in forgiveness, and that "religion" as you put it cannot be judged based on the actions of these men.

good job writing.

Re: Injured Children (User Rating: 1 )
by teagy03 on Monday, 9th August 2004 @ 11:08:29 PM AEST
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great...very true...

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