Open stomach, torn and bloody
repulsive smell, your innards are rotting
the dissection case with forks and spoons
is provided for your mangled womb
inside succus, guts and bile
the molten baby being kept alive
i cut its shrunken head in two
and drink from a cup its rancid juice
I would like to rip it out
and raped with my tools
i smash a hammer to is head
and beat it until it´s dead
I astraddle mothers legs
her cunt is corroded and red
I slade my hand inside her vagina
and eat the embryo without nausea
baptizide your dead baby
in its erupted chyme
realize it can´t be reanimated
and its dead was slow and fine
