Cloying blackness

Within the womb

Unwanted child's

Fleshly tomb

Umbilicus

A weaven choke

Hung in time

Frail neck is broke



Aborted form's

Placenta shroud

Writhe in untold fear

Suffer not this child to live

Awash in bitter tears



Eternally they're cast

In a sea of feculence

Sound the flatline knell

Bloodied noose, a cold embrace



Salted out of life's chance

Lost souls disarrayed

What never was, can never be

Grotesque we betrayed



Mortal remains

Now just burning embers

It cuts both ways

For all those dismembered



Carbonised by fire

Burning flames of hate

Guilty in a blinkered court

Destruction child's play



Beaten derewcts on the brink of death

There's no requiem

Nothingness is what remains

No chance to live again



(* This is a kind of anti-abortion song.

Have you ever wondered what happens

to an aborted foetus? Well it gets cast

into its own hell to await death by hanging

at the end of all creation. The hangman's

noose is made from all the weaved umbilicus

cords from the unwanted children