A pleasantly silent room.

Slowly I cut her blouse

Soft whimpers fill the small room

"Please let me go" I hear one pled

A feeling deep inside says otherwise

Instead I bring out a friend to play

"Please don't do it" I hear one cry

"Too late" I reply

My friend now deep inside

The plaything writhes, crying and whimpering

"I beg for mercy" I hear one prayer

You'll have it when you get there

My friend goes off with a loud bang

Thud goes the plaything

No more pleading, no more crying, no more praying

Peace at last and pieces on the floor

"You'll meet your God" I whisper a promise

A pleasantly silent room

Only my laughter as I walk out the door