A little girl cries for Her fathre
He lies on the ground
Bleeding... crying Himself to sleep
She runs Her small fragyle fingres through His hair
And he drifts away from Her
Into a darkened nyte...
The craving can't be eased
Seeing that young gyrl grow...
Her body matured, easy to please
F%$#ing dirty in the snow
The Icy flakes now melt again Her soft flesh
Her crimson kisses paint the scene
Her shirt so thin beaten 'til mesh
The ice on her lips drowns her screams
Face buried in the snows
Sodomization will now begin
Her screaming blades running through orality syns
An unrestrained beast now ravages Her mynde
Perpetual motion of hatred now beyond unseen lynes
Threads of lyfe now rip and tear
Howling unto the wynds this solar flare
Her mynde coming apart as strings unstiching seam
Her lyfe is over as if it was just a dream
The race to Death now comes to a pause
A rapidly healing yet hateful cause
"Then His Fyre rest in Her mynde...
Slipping in and out of Tyme...
Her soul loved and now abused....
Her soul now rendered unassigned..."
