Fetal Butchery

FETAL BUTCHERY



Cloisters...
Decapitated fetuses rot against their will
Inside the tortuous maternal cloister
While the internal liquid of their destroyed eyes
Is absorbed between your extended legs for me...



An inert mass of ground meat
This choked in my throat
They are pieces of deformed fetuses
Ground in a profaned womb



Creatures
Destroy´em....Creatures



A drainpipe for ground fetuses
We have built to these rites
Where the fetal butcher´s is taken place
Grinding unwanted beings



Creatures
Destroy´em...Creatures



Lead: J. P. Baquedano



Decrepit - like human creatures
They dies with their cut hands and their open skulls
While their encephalic masses
They are devoured by our bloody sons...



This delight among pieces of meat
We enjoyed in the palate
More than a ritual of fetal butcher´s
An pleasure for the vaginal pus...