W.B.
Were I to pass you on the street
I'd drain you of your life
Slowly, sweetly, savagely
With pure and sheer delight
Although I can make it pleasurable
For you this won't be the case
I'd refresh your memory of your deed
As terror fills your face
The realization of your impending death
Has come to you too late
You will not live to be my sire
Evisceration is your fate
Cindy
Splatter
The pattern on the sidewalk
Where your body once stood
Your body in the gutter
Vengeance tastes oh so good
I gutted your body
Looking for a soul
Where there should have been a heart
Was just a gaping hole
For what you did to mine
And the children of countless others
Justice is finally mine
Delivered by a mother
As your eyes recognize me
your feet shudder from the shock
Life for you is over
The last tick of the clock
Cindy
Pedophile Pie
How to make a pedophile pie
First you take a pair of lecherous eyes
Add roaming fingers, finely minced
Throw in some nuts, thoroughly rinsed
Preheat your oven to 350 degrees
Grab a hammer for tenderizing the knees
Add fresh tongue, seasoned to taste
Save all of the blood so none goes to waste
Pour into the pie dish and cover with dough
You are almost done, just one step to go
Stab holes in the top so the pie can breathe
Just desserts for his evil deeds
Cindy
