The pain, the heartache, the waiting.
Every second an hour, every hour a day.
The heartbreaking cries of a family in agony.
No comfort, no solace, each in their own private hell.


And at its core was you. A faceless, nameless nobody.
Sweeping through our lives with an intensity that shook us.
Leaving nothing but misery and death in your wake.
I hated you with all the passion my childish heart was capable of.


You sick twisted excuse for a life.
Damn you and all your kind.
What you stole from us was irreplaceable.
What you stole from that child was his life.


One little boy in a sea of millions.
Whose future you so thoughtlessly destroyed.
A beautiful, loving innocent child.
What gave you the fucking right?


Did it make you feel superior having all that power?
What beat in that place where your heart should have been ?
Couldn’t you feel his fear? Were you deaf to his pleas?
Christ were you so blind to his tears?


Then fate raised its beautiful head and it was your turn.
Did you cry and plead for your sorry life?
Did you feel lost and alone when no-one listened to your pleas?
Now who’s the one holding all that power?


A slow torturous death, even that was too good for you.
So you see, you weren’t the only one who could inflict such pain.
Did you think of Gregory as the last breath left your body?
I did you bastard and we laughed as children do.


Sweet justice. A life for a life.
Even a life as worthless as yours.
Burn in hell for eternity, you sick freak.
While my Darling walks amongst the Angels.


(DO UNTO OTHERS)


In memory of my little brother Gregory Cowie 
who was murdered in 1973









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