try to comprehend me
before you tear the aorta
stab with a knife...
...once again
cut throat does not compare
to the pleasure of raping a child
following her,
i leered at her tiny boy
watched her delicate moves
and that strange freshness
now, she's just a dead,
ripped corpse
...in the cut throat
i find my pleasure
raping the child
you hatefully murder,
then desecrate
my body
you should have
done it before...
...before you thought
of revenge
i was molested
it doesn't matter now
now it's blood
now it's sperm
cut throat,
pleasure |