Pus-Filled Colostomy Bag

Possessed by an inner lust, a pus-filled dream
Mass murder exalted, morbidly supreme
Dirty hippie clown entertaining with balloons
Misunderstood, he only wants to play
Innocence molested, candy baited victims
Fingering the innocent, shooting his goo
Coerced to please, forced to bleed
Destiny is shattered, a child’s hope is lost
Glazing the lips of the children, fetish clandestine
Getting in their nightgowns
It’s all that he wants to do
Reeking of sauce and filth
Now humming an enchanting tune
Pedophile erections, temptation’s impending doom
Divine revelations written in shit
Putrid dogmatic ritual, drinking piss
Force fed lunch from his colostomy
Sucking it all through a straw
Murderous nature, torture them all
Quenching their unending thirst
Stomach retches, muscles convulse
Gutted, hung high to dry and rot
Here lies their fate, children of the lost
The pain cannot be subdued
Here lies their fate, children of the lost
The pain cannot be subdued
Angelic, vile stench
Insect larvae, enshrouded in the flesh