Shotgun blast to the door and I break it in,
Straight to the bedrooms I listen well,
A cock of the hammer and a step to the door,
I push it open standing aside watch the smoke,
Grab the dumb fuck by the hand and push to the floor,
I squeeze until it drops to the floor,
I crush his wrist, grief bellow beckon for more,
Impale each eye with the barrel of the gun,
He's in pain, cannot see, but'll hear what is to be done.
The children show their faces, blank stares this way,
Too stupid not to run they deserve to suffer,
Play with their mind a little I calm their fear,
"cooperate and you will be spared, I can't kill you all"
The mother's frozen, yet crying over the wrethced man,
I will show her second, what its like to die in pain,
Slam her head against the wall, I can hear a crack,
She's unconscious now, I changed my mind,
She will provide some fun a little later.
The children look, three sullen faces,
Staring mindlessly and at my total carnage,
Little boy confused, and the twin girls afraid,
A tiny boy is no fun, let's just preserve him,
I clean out the freezer and throw him in,
He will feel his body slowly freeze,
Watch his extremeties fo white and feel the pain,
And with due time his heart will stop, he will be dead.
With a daughter, I force her down, mouth to father's cock,
I sew them together, screams from man, murmers from child,
I force her to chew until it's thoroughly mached,
Masticating brings him great pain, but he falls to unconscious,
Vomit does the child, her mouth completely full,
If she wishes to survive, she must swallow what is there,
She'll probably drown by the rushing blood,
But at least no until she's consumed some of her father's flesh.
A last child screams in fear, but nobody cares, especially me,
I rip from her the night gown and throw her face down to the floor,
Her tender back, so soft I caress it, she shivers beneath me,
As she should for I produce from my pocker, sand paper,
Very carefully and slowly I sand away the outer skin,
There is little blood but a large throbbing red pain,
That's where I sprinkle the salt and cries fill the house,
Screaming & writhing, pain immense, the rush so intense.
I'll let her scream as I work on the other frail bitch,
The unconscious mother is weary and partially awake,
I can't even imagine the pain as I open her mouth,
Grab her tongue and pull until it is freed,
One by one I cut off every toe and finger,
I set them ablaze, for better is the smell than incense,
Sets the mood for the final cut to her abdomen,
Slicing deep I can expose her womb, all red with blood,
There I plunge the head of the screaming daughter,
Holding it as she gurgles chokes and eventually dies.