both of my daughters were murdered, first i wanted revenge but now i just want peace.

Each photograph like a burning hole in my hand, i clutch it close to my chest but it burns through into my heart. That bastard took away my daughters, and i wont rest until i find something he loves and take that away right before his eyes. And if i have to crawl to hell through broken glass just to hear his last gasp of breath through a walkie talkie, then i will. i will burry my dick in his ass like king Authur.