The dream of life, the dream of freedom is not real in this world. Forsaken hope, forsaken love, makes life really boring and short.
The mental torture is not a game, the mental torture drives me insane.
The will to rape, the will to kill corrodes my ugly mind. The pleasure to cook, the pleasure to eat dead flesh impaled the god in me. A sweet white meat, not far from here awaits a stinking tub. I grasp the knife an close my eyes to prepare a really faithful job. Now she stands in front of me. She should wish that she was never born. I'm cutting her tits and fill her flesh with pain. The blood spreads out, the hammer smashes, bones are breaking, screams yell loud. Death comes crawling painfully. A smile fulfils my face. Now you are dead, your blood is still warm, no scream, no pain left. The mental torture in my had is far away and I am glad.
The mental torture is not a game, the mental torture drives me insane.
Now she lies in front of me. The dead face is looking so bright. Cleaning her skin awakes my lust to rape. I rape her body and after that a total satisfaction will come. "You're prepared now to rot in a stinking tub"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
