Fallen Child In Rot And Gore

Thrown away weak body
From the highest building
Infant flying through air screaming
Death is close to this insanity
After picture out of breathe
No sign of a normal life in splattered
Imprudent,pulsity of a bossy lace
A reek of flesh that will decay away, away...

'A morbid state of mind only producting death
From the love that someone was gave'

'A wounds from knife wouldn't stop
A Father of massacre, persecutor of Death'

An excident or violation
Blood pouring out
Mutilated infant wept
Child crowned with pain
Like leprosy I feed from skin
Warm lakes of blood, smeared
And the stench is overwhelming
Like something's up
Oh, child's rotting...

The rain will clean this all...