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
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