Praise the children | |
For they bring me great joy | |
With their flaps of skin | |
Hanging from lifeless faces | |
Praise the children | |
With their toothless jaws | |
Satisfying my darkest thirst | |
With their little fingers broken | |
Snapped like twigs [D.C.] [E.C.] | |
Praise the children | |
For they fill me with love | |
With their legs cut off | |
Crawling with crimson snail tracks | |
Screaming all the way | |
Praise the children | |
With their icepick-punctured eyeballs | |
Gelatinous goo dripping down | |
Innocent lips sewn shut |