| The smell of putridity fills up your lungs
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| Blindfolded, tied down, as stress fills your body
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| Stress induced premature labor now starts
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| Abdominal cramps makes you shart, screaming in pain as you deliver me your
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| young, dead for hours, so he slides right out
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| Trust me baby, this is where the fun starts
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| Turning your body face down, ass up
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| The stress makes your bowels errupt
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| In a foundation of blood and shit, look what you did
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| You can’t prepare for this, staring down your gaping anal cavity
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| Measurements taken for the procedure, insane pain makes your seizure
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| There is no god, only rot, forcing your stillborn boy in and out as my personal
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| sex toy
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| My urges to defile you know no bounds
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| Infant stuck so far up your innards, I can’t reach
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| Anus breached, sickest decease, tools are required to finish my deed
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| Rectal exhumanation of your dearly departed
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| Stuffing your ass with your own flesh and blood
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| Praying won’t save you, I am your new god
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| You are condemned to be fucked with your own fetus, rot |