Sweet and sour they churn br Evil butters of all flavors br Spreading their disgusting filthy selves on our children br br Another child's innocence murdered br Forever changed beyond imagination br Nightmares that forever haunt br A shattered trust and fear scarred in the deepest of one's heart br br Judges spawned from the devil himself br Letting those evil creatures walk again br Serving only a few month's time br Back to the free world to hunt our kids again br No such thing as justice those judges gave br br If it were my child, I would joyously give the hunter a painful death and seal it with my bitter smile, one that would be carved into the hunter's heart like the hunter scarred into my child's soul. br br br br ***Sometimes I wonder...