All the little things:
Her smile, her laugh, her tears,
Whimpers as I rape.

I'll cut you open.
I can't wait until it's born
To dismember it.

Saving the village.
In Saigon, you have to pay.
Raping gooks is fun.

"I love you for life,"
I told her, then fucked her raw.
You know what came next.

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