[Bonus Track]
My hands clasped tight, saliva spills
From my mouth to the pavement
Sitting alone I see the girls
In
uniforms walking to school
Rising to my feet now to get a better view
Tiny pre-pube tits blazoned with the word of god
Tight
little asses aching for my cock
These Christian b*****s will never survive our wrath
Classes have begun, I must find
them
Traversing through the field I search
And find the b***h that I must f**k
Tearing at her tattered clothing
They say
that Jesus saves, apparently not her
As I pierce her flesh with the cross dangling on her neck
Whittling away at her breasts until
it's gone
She dies from the shock, I fall in love with her
Wearing the cross where Jesus died, ironic to say the least
My
instrument of death is the same as another bastard liar
Molest Innocent Children Lunatic Bastard
Gazing into her eyes, the
light gleams
Reflecting in shades of color I can't imagine
Feeling her tender limp body pressed firmly
Weeping at the beauty of
her lost innocence
Devouring the last of her ovaries
A tear drips from my eye lamenting the loss
Exhausted and broken, I lay
next to my stiffened bride
Caressing her severed limbs and wishing she could die again
The beauty of her death is so very
arousing
Grabbing her severed head and removing her eyes
Sliding my cock deeply into her skull
And I gaze fondly into her
beautiful eyes