14
Dead children
in a blender for dinner
Put it on the stove
for 15
to simmer
Sage & ginger
then the lights get dimmer
as 14 dead kids
Go down my gizzard
My intestines are roiled
into a long pig
blizzard
After dessert
I need to hit the shitter
Emitting a stench
Sulfuric and bitter
whilst my buttocks shakes
with a fluttering twitter
Have to keep pushing
I ain’t a quitter
Rectal orgasm
will be delivered
14 dead children
Now diarrhea
Blood transformed
Into urea
Give me three days
& I’ll hunt for more
It’s as easy as going to the
4-year-old store
Sometimes I buy ’em
From a drug addled whore
If it’s a girl
Her pussy is sore
If it’s a boy
His prick is no more
A little bit of gore
As the body’s explored
Whoops I dropped the brain
& shot cum on the floor
I need to find a maid
Cuz cleaning’s a chore
When 14 dead children
spill out the door
Death of the Christbearer 