Tie her up.
Torture her good.
A messed up mind, I never knew I could.
Little red running down, to her mouth and let her drown.
Revive her soul and go again, inflict the hurt and continue the pain.
Show no mercy and give no remorse, blades and knifes cut skin with force.
Her final words before I slaughter,
"I'll pray for you, my little daughter".