Gutted

A table of the deranged, this savage brutal being
A shocking way of life living on human offspring
Murder of the innocent, his pale grey face expresionless
Horrid dismemberment

One persons tortures, is another's pleasure
Malformation, a diseased brain

Unsuspecting slowly dying, as his knife invades the child
Screams of pain, no one hears
Blood splotches now appear
Esctasy through each cut
Now the body twiches
The gutted little torso
Ready to be cooked

Isolated in his own mind the need to kill
Now possesses his body
Self mutilated
Between killings ejaculation
Cut off appendages of former victims
Sexual violence satisfaction
Disembodied corpses, spewing gore
On his body, soaked with their fluids
Various digestive parts, and assorted meat

Plunging his fist down the throat
Ripping out the guts, internal extraction

The entire body bleeding
The heart stops pumping
The child lying dead
Just another gutted infant
To satisfy his hunger
Temptations of the flesh
Voracious appetite

Killing to release pure souls to the heavens
Justification of his killing
Self-torture, stiffening pain
He sees the faces of the dead
Guts are strewn from the children
Splintered bones, poke through skin

Gratification through castration
Roasting parts for consumption



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Barnes, Jack Owen, Paul Mazurkiewicz, Alex Webster, Bob Rusay, Chris J Barnes
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