Dear Rev/Bro. Predator,
It may not happen today, this week or this year, but one day, Bro. Predator, your victims will speak up! They will talk to an adult who believes them. They will talk to each other. They may not talk until you are in the grave, but questions will be asked and the truth spoken. Your legacy of lies will be unveiled.
Their memories are vivid – the hotel room, their tears, their pain versus your pleasure of the moment.
The photos you took will be found by your grieving widow. She will no longer grieve your death. She will no longer speak of your legacy of faith in God and salvation. She will instead be aware of your legacy of pain and dishonesty. Her hope that you were as she wanted you to be is dead along with your cold dead body.
You may be tempted to touch things that do not belong to you as a child impetuously grabs for a stick of gum. The child gets his hand slapped, but you, Bro. Predator, are not held accountable until your death.
You will die in your 80s and the girls who are now women in their 60s will speak of you with disdain. They hope that no one will carry on your nasty name.
It may not happen today, this week or this year, but one day, Bro. Predator, your victims will speak up! They will talk to an adult who believes them. They will talk to each other. They may not talk until you are in the grave, but questions will be asked and the truth spoken. Your legacy of lies will be unveiled.
Their memories are vivid – the hotel room, their tears, their pain versus your pleasure of the moment.
The photos you took will be found by your grieving widow. She will no longer grieve your death. She will no longer speak of your legacy of faith in God and salvation. She will instead be aware of your legacy of pain and dishonesty. Her hope that you were as she wanted you to be is dead along with your cold dead body.
You may be tempted to touch things that do not belong to you as a child impetuously grabs for a stick of gum. The child gets his hand slapped, but you, Bro. Predator, are not held accountable until your death.
You will die in your 80s and the girls who are now women in their 60s will speak of you with disdain. They hope that no one will carry on your nasty name.