Sick are the snakes that rape and abduct the children that bring the joy to a family hug. How vile am act that stems with disease, the damage that's held is carried beneath. The fire that fuels the urge to molest is deep down within their chest. A black hole with no regret, feel it's time to kill once again just for the pride in it. What a beautiful prize dead at their feet. Slain with the joy of feeling complete. Last breath of a child before they sleep is to stare in the eyes of a devil's deceit. Pieces are constructed for deception. The blood that's shed on a mother's floorboard or the suicides that occur afterwards, it sews a loss so deep with ency if only the law was half as heavy. Cut their d***s off. Castrate a devil's s** rage. Cut their d***s off. Castrate a devil's s** rage. It's only just, nothings lost. Cause the eyes of a killer, they never grow tired. They're to tired to sleep. They eyes of a killer they never grow, they're to angry to sleep. I have often thought about death through the eyes of the deceived. To be taken against your will to serve a guiltless need. But a child is just a star untouched with disease. And an act unhuman as this, will never be clean.