Don't you hate those people who want to have kids and have no business raising them. Yeah.....



cackle, cackle
a witches grin
another heart to add to the bin

To lazy to saw the ribcage apart
justs cracks the ribs
to pulls out the heart

Now a gelatinous pile
of rubbery hearts
from those who were to young to use those parts

Is there anything she's forgot?
a pinch of time whittled away
a few wishes for not

And the broth will boil
A bath to make her young
Something for eyes to feast upon

For to get her with child
a hell spawned babe
Some sacrifices of lives had to be made

a cradle of intestines
her own bassinet
padded with fat from a inbreed kit

She'll count fingers and toes
all twenty-one
And offer her child, the darkness' son