Born In A Womb, Died In A Tomb

Out of the flesh core
Came this child
Into a career of evil
Into throes of madness
Into the ugliness of Satan’s breath
Now the adolescent contemplates crime
Overwhelmed with innate cruelty
Suffering has nurtured his blackened soul
As he plunges into the beast
Born in a womb
Died in a tomb
Raping his decaying collection of corpses
With the caress and affection
Of a handful of maggots
His paralysed prick disembowels
Their withered bodies
Just as this bastard’s mother’s
Contracting womb struggled
To strangle him during his birth
This is not the maternity ward
This is death row