| I want to listen as you suffer, witness your lips beg for death. | |
| My desire is to revel in this torment, let your misfortune quench my thirst. | |
| Restrained as I spit in your face, it disgusts me more than your insides. | |
| I'm pleased to see you in pain. | |
| You'll find it hard to speak with a broken jaw. | |
| Whose name did you scream? | |
| Scream as you are battered repeatedly, tortured beyond capability. | |
| Plea to a God whom exists at your own convenience. | |
| He won't respond. | |
| No one shall heed your call. | |
| You are subjected to my morbid imagery. | |
| I envision every incision made. | |
| Your open wounds shall remind you of me. | |
| Whose name did you scream? | |
| Beckon to me, you are defeated. | |
| The irony is you've provoked these events. | |
| Beg for death. |