Can someone tell me the meaning of this song lol- I've heard it's based on a true story but I'm scared to search it up so just tell me in not in TOO much detail, dont worry I'm prepared-
@@diogoalbuquerquegoncalves2575 I know, You didnt asking me this. But I'm gonna tell you, Anyway (Cause, You didnt get to Hear an Opinion. From the Person, You asking. So I felt Bad) I dont like it, When he did F____d Up Thing's, In the Past. I dont know, If I could ever Forgive him tho. So I hated him. If only he get Help, From the Start or Just have a Normal Childhood. He will be a very Normal or Just be a Kind Person. Because of that, This Song wouldnt be Exist and Bunch of People, Probably dont know Albert Fish ever Existed.. In the First Place.
Can someone tell me the meaning of this song lol- I've heard it's based on a true story but I'm scared to search it up so just tell me in not in TOO much detail, dont worry I'm prepared-
So the story is about a killer by the name of Albert Fish. Little Gracie in the story, her actual name, Grace Budd, a 10 year old, was one of his victims, and one of his most popular victims, being she's the victim that got him caught The words in reverse at the end, are actual words he wrote on a letter to Grace's mother, describing what he did to her Secrets of Wysteria actually refer to one of the nicknames the people gave him, it being The Werewolf of Wysteria
WARNING ⚠ This may be Disturbing to ALL age groups. On May 25, 1928, Albert Fish read an ad in the paper that was posted by a young man named Edward Budd…and then he decided that he would murd3r Budd. Fish, by then an accomplished rap!st and murd3r3r, visited Budd’s family under the pretense of offering the man a job. But when he met his 10-year-old sister, Grace, Fish decided to change his intended victim. The following is the letter that Fish sent anonymously to Grace Budd’s mother after k!ll1ng and eating the little girl. This is the document that eventually led to the murd3r3r’s arrest. Here’s the transcript: “My Dear Mrs. Budd, In 1894, a friend of mine shipped as a deck hand on the steamer Tacoma, Capt. John Davis. They sailed from San Francisco to Hong Kong, China. On arriving there, he and two others went ashore and got drunk. When they returned, the boat was gone. At that time, there was a famine in China. Meat of any kind was 1-3 dollars a pound. So great was the suffering among the very poor that all children under 12 were sold for food in order to keep others from starving. A boy or girl under 14 was not safe in the street. You could go in any shop and ask for steak, chops, or stew meat. Part of the naked body of a boy or girl would be brought out and just what you wanted cut from it. A boy or girl’s behind, which is the sweetest part of the body and is sold as veal cutlets, brings the highest price. John stayed there so long that he acquired a taste for human flesh. On his return to N.Y., he stole two boys - one 7, one 11. He took them to his home, str!pped them naked, and tied them up in a closet, and then burned everything they had on. Several times every day and night he sp@nked them - t0rtur3d them - to make their meat good and tender. First, he k1lled the 11-year-old boy, because he had the fattest a$$ and of course the most meat on it. Every part of his body was cooked and eaten except the head, bones, and guts. He was roasted in the oven (all of his a$$), boiled, broiled, fried, and stewed. The little boy was next, and he went the same way. At that time, I was living at 409 E. 100 St. He told me so often how good human flesh was, and I made up my mind to taste it. On June 3, 1928, I called on you at 406 W. 15 St. and brought you pot cheese and strawberries. We had lunch. Grace sat on my lap and kissed me. I made up my mind to eat her. On the pretense of taking her to a party, you said yes, she could go. I took her to an empty house in Westchester I had already picked out. When we got there, I told her to remain outside. She picked wildflowers. I went upstairs and str!pped all my clothes off. I knew if I did not I would get her bl00d on them. When all was ready, I went to the window and called her. Then I hid in the closet until she was in the room. When she saw me all naked she began to cry and tried to run down the stairs. I grabbed her and she said she would tell her mamma. First, I str!pped her naked. How she did kick, bite, and scratch. I ch0ked her to d3@th, then cut her in small pieces so I could take the meat to my rooms, cook, and eat it. How sweet and tender her little a$$ was roasted in the oven. It took me 9 days to eat her entire body. I did not f×¢k her, though I could have if I wished. She died a v1rg!n.” The censorship is useless I know don't come for me in the replies
