[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 a**es aching for my co*k
These Christian b**hes will never survive our wrath
Cla**es have begun, I must find them
Traversing through the field I search
And find the b**h that I must f**
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 d**h is the same as another ba*tard liar
Molest Innocent Children Lunatic ba*tard
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 d**h is so very arousing
Grabbing her severed head and removing her eyes
Sliding my co*k deeply into her skull
And I gaze fondly into her beautiful eyes