To hell in a hand bagI want to put a gun to my head and pull the triggerTo hell in a hand bag by HinderRat
then maybe the devil will come hither
to take my soul to make it burn
for the relief I do yearn.
Tainted InnocenceHe looked upon the foothills, the snow as pure as his child soul. He headed out to where he was to meet his companion under the willow tree. Through the snow his child soul rose with the joy of flight. Running in the snow covered meadow shortening the time until he saw his companion. Each second was eternity as he rushed through the trees and snowy grass, the old willow was getting closer and closer. He burst out from the trees and snowy grass into the site of his companion. The boy closed the gap between them until they could embrace each other in their arms. The boy held on as if his companion would fall through his fingers if he loosened his grip. The two children fell to the ground. They held each other in a loving embrace. The boy rested his head upon his companion’s bosom not wanting this dream to end.Tainted Innocence by HinderRat
Father came swiftly as if he were an angel of hell, ripping them apart, kicking the boy’s companion then spitting