The Need For Repetition - Between The Buried And Me

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.