I like to watch, how children die,
How their minds twist, burn in pain.
I like to hear, how loud they cry,
And think, at last, of what remains.
I like to notice their fall,
I like to show them heavy truth
And to accept the price they all
Shall give to leave this pain in youth.
I like to take, I like to give.
They are so weak. I give them force.
If they are worthy, they will live
As adults since the second birth.