Praise The Children — Autopsy

Praise the children For they bring me great joy With their flaps of skin Hanging from lifeless faces

Praise the children With their toothless jaws Satisfying my darkest thirst With their little fingers broken Snapped like twigs

Praise the children For they fill me with love With their legs cut off Crawling with crimson snail tracks Screaming all the way

Praise the children With their icepick-punctured eyeballs Gelatinous goo dripping down Innocent lips sewn shut