Testi:
Broken Hope The Bowels Of Repugnance

Rotting fetus - Blackened uterus - Look close and see, This world's impurity, our fault Pollutions here, sky blackened no longer clear, Atmosphere becoming

Pedophile priest a preacher of sodomy, Innocent children giving head to blasphemy, In the catholic church religions is his role, To speak the lord's

A certain human being, lowest form of scum A sick individual, fetal cannibalizing bum I have a hunger, it goes to an extreme extent, Feeding out of

Take you with my skinning hearth Strap you in my restraining chair Clean and hone my instruments Then the torture will begin Blood drips off your finger

In the deep underwater I am sinking, Water, H2O, soaking my pores, Lungs filling with fluid, impairing, Struggling beneath the surface for oxygen, I

disintegrates. Female organ structures in decomposing states, This shall be the last of my blind dates. I spread her withered labias, they split, ripped and broke

one choke, When put upon my plate my fork shall poke. What fills the bladder and intestines push out, I worry not of hunger and drought. Bowels move

. Genitals into carnage be it vagina or penis. Excruciating pain, castration would be better. The pleasure of orgasm never known. Infected needle broken

A certain human being, lowest form of scum A sick individual, fetal cannibalizing bum I have a hunger, it goes to an extreme extent, Feeding out of abortion