Vile Reminiscence
I have walked through the valley of the death
I have feld the cold grip of death
being beckoned towards the dark
in the velley there is no light
I heve tasted
the pain and suffering
of the unborn child
and desease ridden flesh
the slaughtered and unwanted
crying out in torment
Their cries and anguish scare my soul
a dream or is it death I do not know
I thaught I vas sefe from the pain
but the suffering stil remains
put into a macabre life past
eternal molestation is where I'm cast
The pain and suffering of whitch I have felt
was not of the innocent but of the guilty ones
this pease of horror
and etarnal suffering
built for reprisal
against the vile
I cant wait until I'm dead