If the child slaughtered nThen found laternWrapped up and withered nAfter many years nCrawled out from under untold layersnTo take a shallow breath and listennWhat would it hear?nnWould the child answer nFull of angernFull of rage & bloodlust spoken but never shownnWith a seeming riddle nOr a puzzlenNeither the brutal nor the timid could have knownnnDeep down inside, too dark to seenThe sex commands a shot of somethingnWhat violent alter could there be?nnHere is the end nHere is nothingnNothingnnAfter breathing in the beginning?nAfter beating through what wasn't therenDeath became the only answer, but not the curennThe final act became the meaningnNo-one carednnDeep down inside, too dark to seenThe sex commands a shot of somethingnWhat violent alter could there be?nnHere is the end nHere is nothingnNothingn