Rotting Meat
I see you
Hunting for your new toy
A new play thing who is shy and quiet
Filled with innocence
A kid who can't differentiate between love and lies.
You say and that kid believes
You manipulate and that kid doesn't see
what kind of rotting meat your brain is made from.
Your old toys, like myself, know that stench
It's sickly sweet and turns sour when we don't consent
And it's so easy to convince a kid that you don't have rotting meat for brain
because someone who has never smelled real brown sugar before will believe anything sweet is sugar.
So you say to that kid that you're a protector
That you are good influence
And that kid believes because
The kid never saw a real protector before.
You blame it all on God
Saying that God made you the way you are
But shame on you
God didn't give you a license to break kids.
- Aria Davis
Like do you think they have some mental disability or do they lie about that? Because genuinely, how can one be attracted to someone way younger than them?
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