Eight A.N. like every morning a new working day starts
For me to aberrate, abuse, scare an sodomize that bunch
Of useless swine old cracks. Preys serve as flesh for a pervert,
Twisted, sick and upset mind. It makes me feel energetic to
Watch how they suck each time I put my cock into their mouths
After taking their worn out and old false teeth away.
I am a grateful person so I reward them with walking sticks
Into their flabby and wrinkled asses. The crutches are reserved
For dried and maltreated vaginas. Sometimes I have to try
Hard but I always get it. If I watch little signs of pain in their
Faces by any chance I get more furious and I subject them
To extreme and atrocious beatings. Sticks, chairs, zimmers
Are used incessantly. After the severest and most aberrant
Bestialities some of them don't survive, today several of
Those sights are waiting for me. I am enjoying myself
For sure! Without realizing time has past and I have to
Postpone it, but I can't. I think I am leaving like this,
Without punishing a few of you. I stick these pens in you
And with your eyes extracted from their sockets. I play and
Stamp them. We are giving it up for today. Fuck!
I didn't get satisfied but don't worry motherfuckers,
We will continue tomorrow.