I killed your child, Like an abortion. I can feel Hell's flames, They're scorchin. The metallic smell, Of blood is thick. My carefree attitude, Makes you sick. Shirt freshly stained, Sweat drenched. I don't notice it though, The foul stench. You say I'm a monster, A child of Satan. You say you hate me, You're mistaken. You ask how could I, Then look in my eye. You see the anger, Hiding all the death. Do you see it now, What you made me. She cries "please no, Someone save me." I put it to her head, Soon she'll be dead. Behind the anger in my pupils, Lies a pile of hurt. Underneath that pile is bodies, Burried in the dirt. I think you recognize a couple, I saw it on a shirt. ...