Viscera Trail - Burnt Offspring

Bucket full of little bodies
Piled up drained in blood
Impale them fetuses with an iron stick
Through their tiny assholes
I throw the stillborns into charcoal fire
Little humans burst in flames
Skin boils and eyes are bubbling
Shining with a flaming reflection
Delicate fat blazes
Little scorched pieces of flesh
The stench is thrilling and delightful
In a small pile of innocence
They burn...
The sound of flesh being grilled
Skin peeling and bones crack by the heat
Carbonized fetus corpses... well done
Tender flesh, baby steak
I pull them out and easily dismember them
They’re blackened from the outside yet juicy from the inside
They break and fall apart in my hands
I feed... burnt offspring
Scattered around me, remains of devoured fetuses.