Thrown away weak body From the highest building Infant flying through air screaming Death is close to this insanity After picture out of breathe No sign of a normal life in splattered Imprudent,pulsity of a bossy lace A reek of flesh that will decay away, away... 'A morbid state of mind only producting death From the love that someone was gave' 'A wounds from knife wouldn't stop A Father of massacre, persecutor of Death' An excident or violation Blood pouring out Mutilated infant wept Child crowned with pain Like leprosy I feed from skin Warm lakes of blood, smeared And the stench is overwhelming Like something's up Oh, child's rotting... The rain will clean this all...