This baby will rape in about twenty years
‘Cause innocence is temporary
The crying of the little boy won’t mask the screams
Of the lady in the college library
This baby will in about forty years
‘Cause helplessness is every fleeting
And once the little tyke learns of his agency
Then the prospects of the son will be teething
Now infant Chad has come to rest
On the veins of mother’s breast
His malignance comes despite a wonderful love
His parents gave him everything
So he thought he was a king
Deviance, a sacrament to Jesus above
This baby will coo and adorably laugh
But lurking is the soul of demons
His nature is reveled when he hits puberty
And begins experimenting with semens
He still wets his bed and sets fire to trash
And guts little helpless woodland creatures
He puts them on his wall and leaves his seed inside
Just a prelude for his life as a preacher
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