Forced Rectal Exhumation - Kraanium

The smell of putridity fills up your lungs

Blindfolded, tied down, as stress fills your body

Stress induced premature labor now starts

Abdominal cramps makes you shart, screaming in pain as you deliver me your

young, dead for hours, so he slides right out

Trust me baby, this is where the fun starts

Turning your body face down, ass up

The stress makes your bowels errupt

In a foundation of blood and shit, look what you did

You can’t prepare for this, staring down your gaping anal cavity

Measurements taken for the procedure, insane pain makes your seizure

There is no god, only rot, forcing your stillborn boy in and out as my personal

sex toy

My urges to defile you know no bounds

Infant stuck so far up your innards, I can’t reach

Anus breached, sickest decease, tools are required to finish my deed

Rectal exhumanation of your dearly departed

Stuffing your ass with your own flesh and blood

Praying won’t save you, I am your new god

You are condemned to be fucked with your own fetus, rot