"The cherub screams "NO" as I move to defile Our bodies entwine in a puddle of bile Many years later we'll look back and smile As we thrash about on the urine-drenched tile The delivery room is as still as a tomb I fuck the child while its still in your womb The child is now dead and you start to blubber Fuck your warm corpse with your child as a rubber!"
January 1, 1970