I. The Loving Father
Sleep well, my sweet child
You'll soon gonna be my bride
I'm tickling the hips from inside
And spread the lips open wide
Her eyes widen with fear
As my knob draws near
Her brother and soon she will bear
And no one's here to hear
You still live on my semen
dressed in dark blue and purple
I have forced through your hymen
Reproducing within smallest circle
She once was pride and bold
Now she fights for her breath
Kept in my stranglehold
She begs for death
II. Kal Shaka Mel
Spread wide your legs for the unable-to-live
The bullfrogish foetus back to the earth i give
Snapping little pack of blood in towels wound
Buried behind the house not to be found
No name
No grave
No charge
The parasite ripped from the host bound to the bed
Perineal tear caused by the size of the head
Restore the twat with a needle of rust
The bastard's eternal sleep, covered with dust
No name
No grave
No charge
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