Gore's Child (version two)

By Count Von Bloodletter

Legs torn and widely spread
Out protrudes the accursed head
Birthing incarnate doom
Worm infested womb
Claws fester from within
Tearing out the cervix
The product of sin
Of sex with succubi
The newborn left to die
A living corpse fetus
Crawling up its mother
Laying upon her breasts
It takes its gnarled jaws
And infests within her flesh
A surgical breast removal
Followed by the child
Spreading its own stool
As though a venom
Given from offspring
Sent from the depths
Making the mother an offering
Moving up, to the throat
The child tears it apart
Pulsating blood from the heart
Covered in stench
Dripping with gore
Still the spawned
Yearns for more
It looks its mother
Within the terrified face
Innocent guilty place
While pressing its arms
Not completely formed
Deeply within the sockets
Of the eyes looking back
Pushing them within
Until they find the brain
Severing each vein
Pulling out its pieces
To devour as though feces
Swallowing those trinkets
Of his mother of spawning
Unfilled by the deed
Caused by its crawling
More is craved
More to feed its need
The child of the devil here
It has no heart or soul
Born of sin and evil
Against God's infernal will
Now the deed is done
It will live and kill
Gore's child come
Breeding the pain
Suffering in vane
Corrupt and disrupted
Spreading fear
The end is hear
Falling to the incarnate
Gore's child here
Our fate has been set
We are all
Unavoidable corpses
We will fall
To the child's voices
The world is over
It has killed its virgin mother
Like a plague it spread
Leaving everyone dead
As Heaven feared
Gore's Child slaughtered
It cannot be killed
It cannot be stopped
Until it has eaten
All of the living
The flesh and skin
Of all your kin
As it will last
This is the end
There will be no past
Dementor
Tormentor
You can try
But in the end
We all die
Get it in your head
We're already dead
As the child is feed.