In a distant history
Long long ago
It was believed
Many demons existed
Two of which would creep
Into your bed
As you slept
One was an image of a woman
The other of a man
Incubus the male version
Succubus the female version
Depending on their victim
Would have sexual intercourse
With them without consent
People back then
Blamed it on them
Two demons
Of whom
Caused plenty havoc
For centuries
But what do you call
Those demons today
Those taking innocence
I call them human
Flesh and blood
Of our community
They say their urges
Are uncontrollable
But what help
Are they seeking
Who are they telling
To stop them
From doing such destruction
They only cry victim
When they are caught
Put in prison
Where the criminals of the world
Do not take kindly
Of their presence
Showing them
How it is to be
A victim
Being taken without consent
When do people take
Of the lack of
Stop their excuses
Using their pass
To explain their present


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