I see her in the fog, so fucking happy, so fucking careless
Her tummy Oh, how sweet shes going to become a mommy
I grab her by long hair and like the tears of her eyes
Salty taste┘ Bitter crimy laughter
The shiny knife is in my hand, my best friend
I split her stomach wide-open, river of guts
Her eyes turn gray, no light in them for thousand years
Her lungs lay near my feet, they tease my heart, I want to eat
But the baby was inside, Oh what a joy its still alive
I turn it upside down, ass in the air, screams everywhere
The tube is placed in hole, I start to suck its shit
My abortion, my dinner

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