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My cause was just I could fulfil
a life long dream, an urge to kill.
An urge I knew I must resist
by application of my will.

Circumstances alter cases.
I planned my action on this basis.
All paedophiles deserve to die
Just disappear and leave no traces.

My chosen victim was beast.
Who masqueraded as a priest
and preyed upon young choirboys
He’s missing now presumed deceased.

I groomed my victim carefully.
Confessed that I had frequently
had unclean thoughts about small boys.
The priest absolved me readily.

In me he thought he’d found a friend.
A man on whom he could depend
to keep a still tongue in his head.
His own perversions to defend.

But he was wrong in his belief.
He was remarkably naïf
He thought his cloth protected him.
A fact that brought me much relief.

I told him that I belonged to
a private club know to but few.
Men who shared our interest.
When next I went he could come too..

The trap was set now I would
wait for him to nibble at the bait
I knew that he could not resist
He was hardened deviate.

It was arranged that we should go.
Quite separately so none would know.
He thought it best to be discreet
and I agreed it should be so.

We reached the chosen rendevous.
He was surprised we were but two
and even more surprised to find
just what it was I meant to do.

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