Rape
This very day in every city, where the indignant show no pity,
dark shades of night cloak dreadful, dreadful men.
These malevolent curs who think they're witty, with both a heart and brain so bitty,
just want fun from a lass so pretty, even if she's only ten..
But now is the time for all wicked beings to forcefully change within,
so it can happen...never again.
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