Thrown in the pen Thrown away. In the filth and disease A terrible way to spend your last day. There will be nothing left Not even a speck Digested pieces of you, the only evidence.
You did nothing wrong? It doesn't matter You're on all fours and they hold the power
Sounds of agony mixed with grunts of pleasure The ripping of skin A feeling that lasts forever A concoction of blood and shit As you disappear below your hips
You did nothing wrong? It doesn't matter You'll be consumed within the hour
You scream, "Why, oh god why? I don't deserve this!" You beg for forgiveness
But you won't find your Savior. You'll find the place you sent the victims that you made suffer. Ten fold, you'll suffer.
Few deserve a death like this You are one of the few All of the things you did will be done to you The final stage in the life of a deranged creep Raped and beaten Left to be eaten....... Alive by pigs.
