[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