Yattering - Pleasure

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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