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FETAL BUTCHERY



Cloisters...

Decapitated fetuses rot against their will

Inside the tortuous maternal cloister

While the internal liquid of their destroyed eyes

Is absorbed between your extended legs for me...



An inert mass of ground meat

This choked in my throat

They are pieces of deformed fetuses

Ground in a profaned womb



Creatures

Destroy´em....Creatures



A drainpipe for ground fetuses

We have built to these rites

Where the fetal butcher´s is taken place

Grinding unwanted beings



Creatures

Destroy´em...Creatures



Lead: J. P. Baquedano



Decrepit - like human creatures

They dies with their cut hands and their open skulls

While their encephalic masses

They are devoured by our bloody sons...



This delight among pieces of meat

We enjoyed in the palate

More than a ritual of fetal butcher´s

An pleasure for the vaginal pus...