Baby Brutaliser

Carving up the young woman's belly

to rip out the unborn child

Almost fullgrown little baby

good enough to brutalise

Hacking up the tiny torso, piece of shit

Peeling it like an onion

Gobbling gutted feeble young

Draining snotted bowels

makes me almost choke

Dumped the little bugger

hollowed and disemboweled

somewhere in a dumpster

Going home, its mother is still there

she's so open to me,

I can read her like a medical handbook

I sew her shut with iron thread

and make out with her a couple of times

What a pity, nothing will be born

I think she is missing her breeding tools

Silently I sneak through the streets at night

on my way to the hospital and break into the maternity ward

The next day, the newspaper headlines scream:

"SICK FREAK ON THE RUN - MUST BE STOPPED AT ALL COST"

Storing of infants in my cellar

Reeking like four months old

minced meat in the sun

Caressing my olfactory organ,

slowly melting my infested brains

Carving up the young woman's belly

to rip out the unborn child

Almost fullgrown little baby

good enough to brutalise

Brutalise, brutalise, brutalise

Babybrutaliser