Post-War Sordid Playground

Strangling a helpless child while she slept in innocence
Degrading her pure body
Cut her throat from ear to ear
Wallowing in fresh blood
Fantasies are coming true
Vanishing without a trace
Like a creature of the night
Stabbing her in cold blood
Knife count thirteen times
Dragged off into bushes
Here she meets her end
Stabbed about vagina she is set ablaze
Masturbated over as she burns alive
No conscience and no misgiving
Never thought what's done is wrong
Punishments that have been suffered have destroyed any pity
After my head is severed
Can I hear the blood gush?
That would be the pleasure to end all pleasures