Organic Portal

This is the tale
Of a Necropedophile
Borderline insane, highly functional

In the deep web, he lurks
Protected in encryption
In torture his pleasure, connection to all

Orgasmic

With Entropic anxiety
He awaits
But not for you

It's your children that he wants
With the lust of a thousand priests
Member of an exclusive club
Of powerful pedophiles

They won't be denied

Locked in
A number on the screen
Now, he is on the move

An instrument of death
Moved by elusive release
Never enough
There is always one more
The Necropedophile!

Agent of entropy
Sleeping consciousness
The guts of the innocent
Killing with remorse
The Necropedophile!

One, two, three, thirteen. Twenty,
one hundred no use, the void evolves

The next will satisfy my hunger,
the slaughter will end I'll find my bride

I'll find the one, I need to find,
something is growing inside, something wants to...

Come through.

Impotency, slipping more towards the hands of entropy

Devolving into an intraspecific predator
The gates of the void are open
The ancient that is not came through him
The Necropedophile!

Mortal, unfit, spoiled terrain
Monad turned to dust
A hollow shell
The Necropedophile!