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