My hands clasped tight, saliva spills

From my mouth down 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 asses aching for my cock

These christian bitches will never survive my wrath



Classes have begun, I must find them

Traversing through the field I search

And I find the bitch I must fuck

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 breast 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 death is the same as another bastard liar



Molest innocent children lunatic bastard



Gazing into her eyes, the light gleams

Reflecting in shades of color I can't imagine

Feeling her tender limp body preesed 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 death is so very arousing

Grabbing her severed head and removing her eyes

Sliding my cock deeply into her skull

And I gaze fondly into her beautiful eyes