Soil The Stillborn

Infant Annihilator

Lifeless little creatures
Prepared for the priest
Torn from the womb then seduced and consumed
Soil the stillborn
Harvested for pleasure and greed
Puncture the lungs of every being
Under three years of age
Twisted experiments to separate souls from flesh in an effort to dine upon what the lord has blessed
Will find a way to rape your spirit and implant my seed
Deep in the ether I shall forge a paradise of death and despair
Gigantic monuments that touch the clouds deliciously depict
The paedophilic necrophilic lust to force myself
Inside fallen children
I am a divine
Child defiler
Incestuous preaching liar
I will define
Fear and all that is unholy
The nursery is dimly lit as I now lurk among the cribs
Medical charts like paper tombstones
The cradle calls me in
As I mount the bassinet my cock erupts insanity
My visions impure their infantile features beckon to me
As I thrust I feel the immature soul leave through me
I remove myself
Her dead flesh is still sweating as I dig out her
Infantile intestines
Paedophiles draped in holy robes
Stillborn child limp and broken
Men of christ believing prophecies from a book of lies