| Drag the nuns from their rooms. |
| It’s finally time to extract the
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| Bastards from their wombs. |
| Their hands are bound and then they’re
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| Gagged for surgery. |
| Punctured with a rusted blade, then I force my
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| Fingers in the wound. |
| I stretch it till the flesh has torn; |
| with my
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| Filthy hands I rip it more. |
| The mother’s screams are muffled by the
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| Gag shoved down her throat. |
| The tension builds as I unveil her uterus
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| Her anaesthesia is my cock. |
| Convulsions overwhelm my patience — if
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| These persist ill have no choice but to kill her before she gives
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| Birth. |
| What a fucking shame. |
| Death brings me joy, but I would rather
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| See her suffer as I rip her bastard child from her womb. |
| I Press the
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| Blade to her throat. |
| Dull and with crooked teeth, I begin to saw
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| Through her neck until I reach her spine. |
| Now that she is dead her
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| Body lays still. |
| Now her unborn child is ready for extraction. |
| I slice
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| Open the uterus and the placenta rushes out. |
| Mixed with blood it pools
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| In her gaping wound. |
| This carcass cocktail of placenta and blood is
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| Shared among assistants helping me birth the child. |
| Once it’s gone the
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| Severed uterus is bare and then the birth begins. |
| I grab the child by
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| His leg and rip him from the womb. |
| His mother’s entrails pull out and
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| Spread upon the bed. |
| I rape her body till she turns into a putrid
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| Heap, then I remove the umbilical cord. |
| I cart the child down the hall
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| To be classed and then sent to the nursery of rape |