rage there's a special place in hell for the man that I loathe, the man that I want to torture I want to strap him down on a bed of razors, I want to peel the skin from his body, piece by piece, then pour sulphuric acid on the exposed flesh and watch him scream I want to place his penis in a vice place his testicles in two others, then slowly, slowly, slowly tighten tighten them until his balls explode I want him impaled upon a stake exposed for all to see drive the stake into the ground out in the country, where the birds can come and pick the flesh from his still-twisting body I'd gladly spend 100 years in prison if I could see my rage come true |
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