Aborning

Awoke with a vicious grin in the phallus entrance, hard from the mother's cries
Your infant's hands are gripping flesh
Dying sweating storms, writhing on a gurney, dreams of pleasure burning off in sheets
No time to sedate
This harlot must be seen at once
Protrusions rising from the skin underneath her gut are wearing thin
Now as your belly is split apart a voice begins to whisper, "I have come for the light"
Arisen in shame, shrouded in filth, his starry eyes meet hers.

"I was borne by the serpent's spleen, in the bearing queen
I was borne by the serpent's spleen, carried in the bearing queen
What a sultry world God hath created, showered with our pensions never earned
What a sultry world God hath created, showered with our pensions never earned
Fire rains down from the north, carrying plagues and shedding skins
And thus the beast will lead his minions through the seas
Covering all of the lands
He's got the world in his hands
Solace is all that he is seeking
Provisions nourishing the son of fallen kings atop of the highest tower in hell
Solace is all that he is seeking
One of these days you'll make it through without gouging your eyes out at my sight
Awoke with a vicious grin
I am the son."