Bloodshed

Molesting The Innocence

Bloodshed


Twisted views 'bout newborn life 
A pure taste for perversions 
Nine months to await to develop our dementia 
ChildBirth among the bones of our previous spawns 
Sadistic conception destined to be devoured 

Painful extraction in plasma and blood 
Hung by the feet, moribund meat 
I beat his face with all my strength 
Sadopleasure of molestation 
Strangled with the umbilical cord 
He swallows my vomit, and slowly he chokes 

I drink the pus from the wounds and dissect all the mouth 
Ablation of the organs, Incisions in the stomach 

Sliced and cooked for the supper, the best meal for a father 
Eat the flesh of my son, one thing that can prove my love