You stare at the crosses burning
as the children squirm and squeel
as the flesh starts to char and crack
and thier young faces start to peel
The gashes in thier bellies
grow as the inards spew out
as they hit the ground steaming,
the children, still screaming
give one final shout
Thier heads bob limp on thier necks
as the bodies stop to work
as you pull the nail out of thier wrists
thier bodies spasm and jerk
The de-intestinalization is over
a sacrafice to the ruler of hell
as the intestines are offered to satan,
a charm to wish him well
The heavens frown above you
as you spat curses into the skies
you curse the "blessed creator"
with your heathenistical mind
As you look at the tiny bodies
you feel a rising urge
to try nevrophilia
it might give you a surge
But you resist, looking at thier wrists
still bleeding from the nails holes
as you look into lifeless eyes
thier spirits scratching at your soul
Suddenly, you changed
you start to feel sick
as you look at the intestines
being stirred with a stick
You feel empty, you feel blank
your brain is going insane
as you stare at thier tiny faces
forever twisted in pain
You've done wrong
your head has blown
so leave the small children
fucking alone