rage

there's a special place in hell for the man that I loathe,
the man that I want to torture.

I want to strap him down on a bed of razors,
I want to peel the skin from his body, piece by piece,
then pour sulphuric acid on the exposed flesh
and watch him scream.
I want to place his penis in a vice
place his testicles in two others,
then slowly, slowly, slowly tighten
tighten them until his balls explode
I want him impaled upon a stake
exposed for all to see
drive the stake into the ground
out in the country, where the birds can come
and pick the flesh from his still-twisting body

I'd gladly spend 100 years in prison
if I could see my rage come true

--Brian E. Pederson
Copyright 1998