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Who can believe that you are mad,

You are like us,

But your mind is different.

You kill for your pleasure,

Your victims must suffer,

You want to hear them yelling.

Abominations,

Cries of terror.

Suffocations,

Yells of pain.

Executions,

Cries of distress.

All these women,

All these children,

Why did you torture them?

Today, you are going to be judged,

You can't escape at the capital punishment.

All, they are coming to see you

Dying, you can't live again.

The priest is there,

He prays for your salvation.

Electricity in your body.

No yells of pain,

No cries of distress,

You say just:

"Remember me, one day,

I shall come back".