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