I wish that I had been a girl,
the day that I was born,
my parents would have loved me,
protected me from harm ..
but I was just a baby boy,
so they gave me to the doctor,
to rip God's wondrous Gift from me
and scar my Love forever.
On fertile ground within my soul,
the seeds of rage were planted,
full cycle now, the time draws near,
the harvest must be gathered ..
one final wish, the Reaper waits,
sweet innocence forsaken,
then I shall send the butcher
to burn in hell with Satan.
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