To men who masturbate over dying children

You look lost son, can't find your mum?
Come along with me don't cry I have some candy
Devo-unknown
Short cut through park getting late
Getting dark
Cold steel razor embrace
Blood stains the molesting place
Murders not in mind needs him slightly live
A multitude of shallow wounds
Indicates fear weak from blood loss guarantees
No running from here
Beaten from head to toe from this and that
Then concentrated beatings in two places with
With a fifty year old fat
Here's to men who masturbate over dying children
Cheers to men who masturbate over dying children
Looking for pray little girl astray took her away
As yet un-used soon to be abused
Battered and bruised white smoo
Feels good when I bite you
Semi conscious unresponsive
Here's a girl fucking gored
Bodies cooling no longer drooling
Butchery has made be bored
I fest whilst masturbating my form of raping
And then we leave them to die