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
