To the pedohile that lives down the street

To the pedophile that lives down the street,

You do not get to just disappear and blend into the woods of our community unnoticed. We all know you are there. We all know what you did. I will speak for every member of our neighborhood by saying you are not welcome here. In fact, your presence is a bruise on our once pristine street.

We might not know all the details of your numerous offenses, but we do know the ages of a few of your victims. Nine. Seven. Three. These are just the offenses of which you were found guilty. Who knows how many others there may be out there, hurting because of you. There is no rehabilitation for monsters like you. Your muddy mind can never be scraped clean. What you have inside will only die with you. There will never be any freedom from it.

You spent the last decade in prison. Did you repent your many sins? Are you a born again Christian hell bent on showing the world what a productive member of society you can be? What do you do back there amongst the trees? Do you think about the children whose lives, bodies, and minds you destroyed? These children, now adults, some most likely with children of their own. Do you wish you could get your hands on them, too?

Are you a drunk? Sitting back there on your porch destroying your liver and whatever semblance of a brain you may still have left? Is it drugs that make you what you are? What high are you chasing these days? Because a creature like you always has his eyes on something just out of reach. Do you sit on your front steps watching the car rider line for the middle and high schools directly across the street from you? Maybe you turn the other direction and watch the preschoolers playing in the yard of the daycare.

Are the mothers of the children that pass your house every day supposed to believe that you will never have obscene thoughts about a child ever again? Are we supposed to believe you outgrew your disease? What exactly have you done to make yourself a less disgusting person since your convictions? Fifty six years old. How many more years do you have left on this Earth? I guarantee it’s more than you deserve.

If it were up to me, you would be incapacitated. Castrated and paralyzed. Then the thoughts that fill your mind would just eat away at you until there is nothing left. You do not deserve to exist, in this life or any other. You will find no forgiveness in this community. Collectively, we would rather tie the noose, because there isn’t a fence tall enough to keep your evilness out. 

You can not hide from us. Everywhere you go, people know what you have done. What you are. Those tattoos of a snake wrapped around a dagger and a dragon with a crystal are the calling cards of a manly man that tries too hard to look tough. You may as well have the words “I have a minuscule penis” stamped on your forehead. You are completely see through.

Seeing as you have no real value in this world, my suggestion to you would be to wrap a rope around your neck, find the tallest tree, and have an eternal swing. Perhaps your victims could use your lifeless body like a pinata, spraying the soil with your rotten guts. Then it would just be your yard stained with your presence, not our entire neighborhood. We are all waiting for your demise. Do us a favor, don’t keep us waiting.