Testo di Medical Miscarriage

Climbing through stairways And breaking through dead bolts A putrid stench fills the air Chained to the rafters Patients of perversion A medical miscarraige Wanting to know what makes Human beings work Ethics forgotten As the flesh becomes rotten The ones who are lucky are dead Solo: Robbins Cock cut off Mangled and given a feminine shape Eyes pulled out Pins and needles punched in the face Sticks shoved in Holes in the head to stir up the brain Blood kept in Elegant teacups on elegant plates These were no longer human in shape Limbs torn off Leaving the body writhing in place Bones broken Reset at angles for which they were’t made Skin pulled back Muscle infected, infested with sores Mouths sewn shut To see how long they could not eat at all Victims of a sadistic whim Some still lay around Screaming, bloody, sore Freakish creations Dripping flecks of gore Granting them mercy Execution rite Spirits are released Into wordless night