There are no words for the things I feel,
not even images that capture the essence of the evil
A soul torn apart, until there are only bits of meat clinging to the bone
and then even that is thrown to the mastiffs to chew and chew and chew until even the bone is gone.
Innocence that should be preserved and treasured
cremated by sexual brutality until there are only ashes
ashes that lean out the windows of brothels and linger at dark entrances to alleys
Betrayed trust twisted and manipulated into lewd acts to satisfy the insatiable desire of evil
This undefinable soul sickness that permeates our reality
husbands turning on wives
mothers turning on daughters
Evil soaks it all, dripping the sweet essence of disguised satisfaction
I want to kill them, the men who do this.
I want them dead. Certainly that is justice, that they could no longer use and use and use them
But justice requires redemption and restoration
In their death her soul remains dead
I want to resurrect the lifeless
Jesus you are hope, even in this?
You are life, even in this?
You died, even for them?
I don't understand,
but I say again the only words I can:
"Jesus, Hineni"
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