The smell of putridity fills up your lungs
Blindfolded, tied down, as stress fills your body
Stress induced premature labor now starts
Abdominal cramps makes you shart, screaming
In pain as you deliver me your young
Dead for hours, so he slides right out
Trust me baby, this is where the fun starts
Turning your body face down, ass up
The stress makes your bowels errupt
In a foundation of blood and shit, look what you did
You can't prepare for this
Staring down your gaping anal cavity
Measurements taken for the procedure
Insane pain makes your seizure
There is no God, only rot, forcing your stillborn boy
In and out as my personal sex toy
My urges to defile you know no bounds
Infant stuck so far up your innards, I can't reach
Anus breached, sickest decease
Tools are required to finish my deed
Rectal exhumanation of your dearly departed
Stuffing your ass with your own flesh and blood
Praying won't save you, I am your new God
You are condemned to be fucked with your own fetus, rot
