The Birthing

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The punctured exlife slithers
 Out your bloody gaping hole
 So warm the blood runs down your legs
 Your tears you can't control
 Your son or daughter (who knows which)
 Is just a pile of shit
 You look into what might be eyes
 As your mouth flows with spit
 Cradle the gelatinous thing in your arms
 Leaking its fluids it's no longer warm
 A would-be life is now defunct
 Glistening mass of fleshy gunk
 (E.C.)
 (D.C.)
 Hiding in the shadows
 With the birthing now complete
 Pick your child up
 And suckle on its tiny feet
 Bite them off, devour the rest
 The body is diminished
 Take the hanger, lick it clean
 Your ordeal now is finished

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Duration
02:11
Key
11
Tempo
171 BPM

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