Fallen Child In Rot And Gore

Pathological Splatter

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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...