Pathological Splatter

Fallen Child In Rot And Gore

Pathological Splatter


Thrown away weak body 
From the highest building 
Infant flying through air screaming 
Death is close to this insanity 
After picture out of breathe 
No sign of a normal life in splattered 
Imprudent,pulsity of a bossy lace 
A reek of flesh that will decay away, away... 

'A morbid state of mind only producting death 
From the love that someone was gave' 

'A wounds from knife wouldn't stop 
A Father of massacre, persecutor of Death' 

An excident or violation 
Blood pouring out 
Mutilated infant wept 
Child crowned with pain 
Like leprosy I feed from skin 
Warm lakes of blood, smeared 
And the stench is overwhelming 
Like something's up 
Oh, child's rotting... 

The rain will clean this all...