The Need For Repetition

Between The Buried And Me

Whip the child, stretch that child...drag them through your dreams of

lust...raise the skirt...stroke the thigh...leech!! This blood will never

clot. It pours down the chin of every child, every life touched by your

sick instinct. Fucking whore, fucking whore of disgust. Your life paid

by the sweat of your disgusting sex. Their innocent tears drenched every

inch of life that went into those toys and beautiful minds. Castrate the

fuck. Beat the fucker to death.