Sitting behind the computer screen,
Head tall,
Scanning the internet
And is searching for a keep.
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Messaging all ages,
Some are young children,
The ones vulnerable enough to answer,
Monsters prey upon their distress.
Like the typical man next door,
Who sends the final friend request.
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Parents are a pawn,
Generation Y and beyond think that their children have become invincible saints---
No one expects their child to participate in pedophile rings.
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What about the women?
They're predators, too,
The lies they'll tell,
No one will suspect a woman;
the worst stalkers of us all.
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Sitting behind the computer screen,
Scrolling down those edited photos,
Wishing you were a popular one;
Having validating comments
prove fraudulent self-worth,
and never granting any new outlook.
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How about gaining a thousand followers?
400 likes a picture,
The only thing that fuels the public,
Their silicone-filled bodies and edited photos are hiding their true nature.
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Self-esteem is no longer a thing,
People desire lust and fame,
Young children and adults think creepers will never target them,
As their followers reassure their self-uncertainty,
ignoring strangers and their dangers
and walking inside,
taking the last step.
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The victim stares
As the perpetrator's computer screen light catches a glimpse,
The predator's face darkens the bright light;
You turn and smile,
But the child starts running.
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Big arms scoop them,
As the dark web titles their file "My Pizza,"
Toyed again and again,
Until 666 stains the forehead.