Surrogate

Taste-test power's saline bait
Lustless fuckfix; get off, pray
Omnipotence by default
Ideologise nothing
Let the moment bear judgement
Envy qua inspiration

Denigrate that which will felicify you, bitch
And sever parasites to case neurism's twitch
Emaciated flesh brandished proudly among the best
Of the grotesque vagrancy upon which your ethos rests
Inviolate, spermless breed sanctificed eternally
Herald the birth of the bloodied new decree
The violent, rhythmic flow of rape explicitly innate
In the hemorrhaging control of the vile to orchestrate

Spoiled, a birth obscene
No natural father would grieve
At a sight so desperate
Widowed, the surrogate

There is no substitue for knowledge
And I know
I know

Fine tepid sancturay in the squalid uterus
A warm birthing hole where morality is the gun
In stupor a disemboweling wrench from thieves
The caesarean disencapsulates you and brings you to me

For I know
I know (that which underscores the rhythm of rape)