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
1 | Annihilation Of Fellow Creatures |
2 | Non-Adapted Socially |
3 | Eyes Can See... |
4 | Chase Of Thoughts |
5 | Anal Narcotic |
6 | ...Taken Due... |
7 | The Feeling |
8 | Exterminate |
9 | The Murderer |
10 | Rapist's Victim |