Your impaled mother

I put a pylon in the cunt of your mother
On broke her perineum she screams of pain
I push up the pylon and comes out of the mouth
As she desire she dies happy

I take the chainsaw
I open and mutilated the carcase of your impaled mother
I drink the blood
Spurt of the wounds of carcase of your impaled mother
I thrust my hand
In her grinded womb and take a foetus
You had a brother
I call it pieces of dead meat putrescent.