Inside Journey

Like a meathook from inside
Slime of death shall arise
Innocent child soon to die
Infected by this gore demise

Mothers throat is sore from cries
Chained to the bed she lies
Knife is the tool to use
To abort old and new

the Seal of flesh is broken
Mothers womb cut wide open
and now the child is swinging
Hanged up with entrails

Guts spread across the floor
spilled all over the wall
Her legs spread wide open
The whore wont cry no more!

Inside journey through flesh and skin
Inside journey exposing everything within