Born in a Womb, Died in a Tomb - Christian Death

Out of the flesh core

Came this child

Into a career of evil

Into throes of madness

Into the ugliness of Satan’s breath

Now the adolescent contemplates crime

Overwhelmed with innate cruelty

Suffering has nurtured his blackened soul

As he plunges into the beast

Born in a womb

Died in a tomb

Raping his decaying collection of corpses

With the caress and affection

Of a handful of maggots

His paralysed prick disembowels

Their withered bodies

Just as this bastard’s mother’s

Contracting womb struggled

To strangle him during his birth

This is not the maternity ward

This is death row