Diary Of Torture (Robert Berdella)
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<br>When you wake in pain at 8am <br>to my metal bed you are tied<br>you struggle so I take my index finger<br>and jab it several times into your eye<br>a cotton tip swab dipped in drain cleaner<br>pokes your eyes again and again<br>I climb on your chest with an iron bar<br>and repeatedly batter your hands<br><br>Robert Berdella<br>would torture young fellows<br>until they were skin and bones<br>and when they were dead<br>the garbage man<br>would take them away from his home<br><br>Robert Berdella<br>would torture young fellas<br>until they were dead and cold<br>then throw them out in gerbage bags<br>to get them away from his home<br><br>My fist has ripped your anal wall<br>so penicillin I prescribe <br>to keep you alive and subject you <br>to much more torture before you die<br>with a home-made ballast plugged in the wall<br>7000 volts I apply<br>with battery cables clambed on to your scrotum<br>your testicles I will fry