Camdem town

Blood crashes, not the child.
She couldn't even remember her time here,
If she had ended up old in heaven.

And what a perfect rationale when you need,
need,
To kill all the hope you see around you,
There is a parody in everything,
Even life in every breath...

The driver,
A poor man of sixty.
With a rape charge to his name,
was told,
that he was wrong to kill the child.
And he was found some real-ass help.
Real-ass fast.

The mother,
Was a jew,
Not that it matters.

She can't keep away from the tough guys.
And every time she pop's another,
splatter splat it goes,
one after the other,
on and on and on...

He shouldn't have raped that girl,
She should sleep alone forever?!