My anger must be supressed As I wake in a fit of rage For that I take it out on a child No more than seven years of age Her flesh so pale Her virginity so pure She could never imagine The pain she will endure Fucking her repeatedly She's become my little whore Though God even knows I'm in search of more I've sighted an elderly man Lying crippled in his chair What will become of him He is so unaware So very old With no sense at all A mere obstacle He too will fall Grabbing a sledge I cave in his head As his lungs collapse He gasps his last breath Ripping flesh till all but bones are gone My work here is finished I now will move on I come upon another victim An expecting mother I put my arms around her neck We struggle with each other Though she soon Will come to learn some Respect, as I pull her head back I slice her fucking neck Leaving her to die Send her to her tomb Now I may rip Her unborn child from her womb Taking it as my own I no longer have resistance As I brutally beat and sodomize the bloody infant Holding it up in recognition In that I've already won Though sometimes I find myself wondering What have I become?