Sick flesh for money and yet too young just barely surviving this grim reality death is her wish but she will not miss the yesterday memories of internal uncivil upbringing is no mystery to me misguided youth bearing the truth for across the sea third world country war a religious belief weapons will mold a sickness in the soul adolescent boy makes the death toll life of filth bearing the guilt of you see the future is now scarred but it is our fault anyway so why halt this just realize blood will rain from the right into the eyes of man life is a grand thing can you do you will succeed in this raping would you bring life into the light so what a monstrosity grizzly atrocity and if the world could change would you rearrange your point of view? More from Mentallo & The Fixer