between the buried and me
the need for repetition
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.