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Post-War Sordid PlaygroundStrangling a helpless child while she slept in innocenceDegrading her pure body Cut her throat from ear to ear Wallowing in fresh blood Fantasies are coming true Vanishing without a trace Like a creature of the night Stabbing her in cold blood Knife count thirteen times Dragged off into bushes Here she meets her end Stabbed about vagina she is set ablaze Masturbated over as she burns alive No conscience and no misgiving Never thought what's done is wrong Punishments that have been suffered have destroyed any pity After my head is severed Can I hear the blood gush? That would be the pleasure to end all pleasures |