If my child should die before me      The sweetness of youth.   A smile that sings.   Eyes alight.   Insanely butchered.   Perverse drooling.   Horrific beyond restraint.      Lord of the dance.   Lust is murder   For the brave man.   High, slaughtering general   In a white feathered army.      Mort knows your name.   His, before your time.   I'd love to see you suffer.   Too much to be called a crime.      The sweetness of youth.   A smile that sings.   Eyes alight.   Insanely butchered.   Perverse drooling.   You cannot even pray,   For you have no God.