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Never underestimate a mother power
a mother that lost her unborn child
Her desire will soon fulfilled
With the most atrocious tortures
Cut the baby from the womb
Of the unsuspected victim
Not a humiliating act
For her twisted mind

She only needs her bare hands to choke
The warehouse, of her horrible obsession

Lie poison, to trap the pregnant
And then consume, the bloody ritual
The room is turning red, while the screams of
Pain and anguish are heard

Cut from the womb

Like a sculptor, carefully tear
Her most precious, precious jewel

And the screams of pain turned, into a cry of a baby

While she hug with her arms, her arms her bastard
The mutilated body of a woman, lies lifeless
Her matrix brutally torn apart, it's not a sacrifice
Blood flows through the sheets, a blasphemated room

This body will rot on the wardrobe
Life if it was the shroud of a corpse
Until the stench of rotting flesh
Will shock the fucked up society

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