Praise the Children

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 --- Praise the Children - Autopsy