Come here little boy let me tell you a tale
of a boy 'bout your age, and a man who's so pale.
Well, they first became "friends" when his mom invited
him over to eat, but the boy didn't like him.
A family began, and so did the bruises.
His mom seemed so happy, and in came confusion.
One word was spoken - on his words he was choking.
His mom was unsure, but the boy wasn't joking.
Her pain growing more as the story is told.
The boy so damn scared - around 9 years old.
He's not lying.
Now she's crying.

She yelled at the man, and threatened to leave.
He doesn't wear hearts he wears hate on his sleeves.
Then one day the man asked the boy to go fishing.
Before the mom left she had some suspicion,
but she was unaware of the plans he had made.
The sick twisted fuck took the boy away.
He was nicer than normal with a ring in his voice.
Now was his chance for the man to exploit -
the innocent boy inside of the boat.
What happened that day?
Were touches made?
I say...

Possibilities, yes, he blanked out -
at the worst part.
His mind can't remember if he
was doing favors.

"Did he touch you?"

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