I have walked through the valley of the death

I have feld the cold grip of death

being beckoned towards the dark

in the velley there is no light

I heve tasted

the pain and suffering

of the unborn child

and desease ridden flesh

the slaughtered and unwanted

crying out in torment

Their cries and anguish scare my soul

a dream or is it death I do not know

I thaught I vas sefe from the pain

but the suffering stil remains

put into a macabre life past

eternal molestation is where I'm cast

The pain and suffering of whitch I have felt

was not of the innocent but of the guilty ones

this pease of horror

and etarnal suffering

built for reprisal

against the vile

I cant wait until I'm dead