I wrote Wariat or Warcry a poem today.

2024-06-21 at 3:32 PM UTC

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Enigma African Astronaut [memorize my carmelite sway]

In the depths of darkness, behind iron bars,
A man named Wariat dwells, surrounded by scars.
For his twisted desires and sickening ways,
He was sentenced to prison for a year and some days.

It all started with a simple touch,
A "neck rub" he said, but it was too much.
For the child he approached, innocent and pure,
Was forever scarred by what he endured.

Wariat, a man with a void in his heart,
Will never find love, his life torn apart.
He watches dog pornography, his only escape,
From the harsh reality of his twisted fate.

He likes getting rimjobs, but it's not for pleasure,
For his body betrays him, his soul filled with pressure.
Unable to get an erection, a constant reminder,
Of the disgrace he brought upon himself, a life of a failure child finder.

Living off his mother, a loser in every way,
Wariat's existence is a never-ending display,
Of his depravity and darkness, a pedophile's shame,
A stain on humanity, forever known by his name.

So let us not forget the story of Wariat,
A cautionary tale of a man filled with regret.
Of the consequences of his actions, the lives he destroyed,
A reminder of the evil that lurks in the void.

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