Cloying blackness, within the womb, unwanted child's fleshly tomb. Umbilicus, a weaved choke, hung in time, frail neck is broke. Aborted form's placenta
Foetus god descends in silence a bastard deity for us to believe blasphemy of gen collage in backward sombre involution Foetus god abortion of the Diine
up proud Then why tonight have you thrown in with with the stoning crowd? I breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking The foetus of a new day kicking
If Moses had heard about it There would've been another commandment Thou shalt not slaver on thine cadaver Whilst all thine fat is in the fire This isn
Heh, heh, gets pretty lonely round here Nothin' cept maw and some gators I'm goin' go get me some o' that city hot horse Yeah, huh, huh some Yeah, huh
I like the way you fill out your clothes I'm gonna stick my head under your hose HOSE CLOTHES THIS IS A CLOTHES HOIST BABY
I like to stay in holy places I'm happiest on consecrated ground I worship the earth I walk upon I seldom eat anything but sacred cow I work in the church
{J.G. Thirwell) The SNOT-GREEN sea - the SCROTUM-TIGHTENING sea Cast thine bread upon the water - the SALTY water of the BRINY DEEP Eternal backstroke
{J.G. Thirwell) Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I know there's no respite for me - even the worm that never dies has left
{J.G. Thirwell) I've gotten to the point where I believe everything I say I got a BIRTHMARK/DEATHMASK shaped like the USA SEE ME SQUIRM with the sins
Lurchin' round the parking lot, a man possessed (of not a lot) Skin and bones and rings and crown, legs reach right down to the ground Swivel hips and
If I ain't back by 5 am Start phoning round the hospitals The memories of all my pearls Are pouring out my nostrils I'm the one Mother Nature had to
Foetus je defierais quiconque Beaucoup plus grosses que des balles de ping-pong jme frappe le torse comme king kong je charge kom Mohamed Tyson et ding
up proud Then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I?ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking... The foetus of a new day
President (1809-1817)] Foetus god descends in silence a bastard deity for us to believe blasphemy of gen collage in backward sombre involution Foetus
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I wasn't yet born and I felt the heartheat and that my life was born in hate I drag myself slowly inside the human body down thru the veins going
