John

Ice 5/31/98

Why did you put your hand on me?
What pleasure did you derive from touching a child?
Was it worth the welling up of anger I feel for you,
Or the threat to the little one in your care?
One touch from my mind would kill you,
The touch of my heart would make you bleed,
The touch of my hand you will never feel.
I can not move against you.
My feet are frozen,
My eyes clouded over,
My hands paralyzed.
All because of you.
Your own mother would damn you to Hell for what you did,
What you are probably doing....
You will never sin against me again.