The Beastie House

Title: The Beastie House

In a lair of darkness, where innocence is slain,
A paedophile gang weaved a web of pain.
Wearing devil masks, they danced in glee,
Creating a hellish realm for all to see.

Locked in an oven, like creatures condemned,
Children’s laughter silenced, their spirits hemmed.
The fridge became a prison, cold and cruel,
Their hopes frozen, their dreams a mere fuel.

Forced to consume dog food, a vile feast,
Their tender souls shattered, peace decreased.
In this campaign of extraordinary depravity,
The Beastie House cloaked in a morbid cavity.

The echoes of their cries still haunt the walls,
As evil shadows within, still prowl the halls.
But hope shall rise like a phoenix from the fire,
Justice shall prevail, and love shall inspire.

Keywords: paedophile, devil masks, extraordinary depravity, oven, fridge, dog food