Decapitation plus
My ***** on your chin
Equals severed head.
Chained to a stop sign–
Your body twitches for a while
But I do not stop.
I wonder how it would feel
To penetrate your eye socket
And plow through your brain.
Perhaps my little soldiers
Will give you something
To think about...
Sep 2, 2012
Sep 2, 2012 at 5:49 PM UTC
Decapitation plus
My ***** on your chin
Equals severed head.
Chained to a stop sign–
Your body twitches for a while
But I do not stop.
I wonder how it would feel
To penetrate your eye socket
And plow through your brain.
Perhaps my little soldiers
Will give you something
To think about...
