The CIA
Tried to steal my son
My beautiful little boy
And turn him into
My Enemy
A murderer
A robber
A rapist
A monster
Just like them
This was not
What I wanted for him
When I loved him
And raised him
All those years
With so much care
And tenderness
I fought those CIA bastards
As hard I could
I would not let them snatch my son
From my loving bosom
Into their criminal clutches
Turn him into
A murderer
A robber
A rapist
A monster
Just like them
My boy is safe today
Doing something else
I am so proud of him
We still love each other
How could I have loved my Enemy?
Those bastard CIAs!
I know the man
Who set up my son
And many others like him
To be snatched by the CIA
To be turned into Zombies
Their Night of the Living Dead
May this man rot in hell
For the rest of eternity
In the lowest circle
Of Dante’s Inferno
This wolf in sheep’s clothing
A Child Molester!
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