[HQ]: Rugăciunea unui dac vs. To The Whore Who Took My Poems

În dosul casei, cu mâinile împreunate, un baiețel timburtonian începe în șoaptă:


To the one true God above
here is my prayer -
not the first you've heard but the first I wrote
(not the first but the others were a long time ago)

There are two people here
and I want you to kill them

Her - she can go quietly by disease or a blow
to the base of her neck
where her necklaces close
where her garments come together
where I used to lay my face
That's where you oughta kill her
in that particular place

Him - just fucking kill him I don't care if it hurts
Yes I do I want it to fucking kill him
but first
make him cry like a woman
(no particular woman)

Let him hold out hope that someone or other might come
then fucking kill him
Fucking kill him.
Kill him alread kill him.
Fucking kill him fucking kill him,
Kill him already kill him.
Fucking kill him fucking kill him,
Kill him already kill him.
Just fucking kill him Fucking kill him
Fucking kill him already kill him.
Ah Fucking kill him fucking kill him
Kill him already kill him
Kill him already kill him already
Kill him fucking kill him.
Just fucking kill him fuckin kill him
Kill him already kill him
Fuckin kill him kill him
Fucking kill him already kill him

Kill him fucking kill him
Kill him just fucking kill him
Kill them already kill them already
Kill him

Amen.


Apoi, după ce mai crește, își iese din minți și o spune cu încredere: