Is it truly fun?

To see them writhe in pain

Your an awfully sick bastard

What have you to gain?

If i hurt you as you did to them

Would you still be smiling

And decide that it's okay

They feel just like you

They have few differences

The true animal is you

With that sick pleasure I hope that its in vain

May you rot in the seventh level of hell

Where all the bastards lie

May you burn slowly, and hopefully you die

What did they do to you?

Is it the strength you feel?

Maybe you should feel their pain,

I'd double yours if I could.

Don't forget that as you showed them no mercy

I hope heaven gives you none

I hope what happens to you

Is worse than what you've done