I'm alone in hiding, where i find this piece of girls leg.
It dropped from hell where the slut had shot her dog
how dare she, am i meant to feel guilty apon her leave?
she was in the wrong
she shouldn't of shot her dog,
it only makes sense that such a girl deserves her leg to be carved and burnt from hell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a very dramatic piece of work pickled, her leg standing for human corruption and cruelty. Very well done.