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