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