Torturador

When the time comes after dinner,
it's your turn to work the night shift. Between
slaps, insults, and
electrodes, you tell your
boss that you'd kill them all!

No one forces you to torture but you
enjoy it more and more, because
it's for patriots to clean this society
of undesirables. Boss father!,
Finish the job well, Torturer!,
Life is not worth it, Boss
father!, Shut up,
Torturer!, The barrel of your gun.
Torturer!, They will spread across
the walls, Boss father!, Your brain
bruised, Torturer!, From a
slap your father gave you, boss
father...

You who ripped out nails, burned genitals,
r*ped people, with animals!
You who pinched while you masturbated
and pulled hair and twisted
necks, now you polish your medals!,
Your stinky medals!.

Torturer! ... The coin has
flipped!, Torturer! ... Now
feel the pain!, Torturer!
... The coin has flipped!,
Torturer! ... Now you feel
it!.

A gray day, nothing special, no one
attended your funeral, your victims
will smile, they will curse
your existence.

Boss father!, In a lonely
grave. Torturer!, Your body will
rot. Boss father!, And
about your bitter existence, Torturer!, History will
vomit.