[Musick & Lyrixxx - Matt
infant is a breach birth debacle Natal necrolysis, destined for a bottle section reveals the ghastly tot An infant, in its womb borne to rot
and stiff ere its first breath is claimed The bundle of joy, catatonically maimed Cold, dead and as it's exhumed from the womb The uterus its cradle, and its moist tomb...
Only scalpels left for Swaddling clothes but not from chafing Baptism by embalming As the trocar facilities the blood's dilution...
Festered fetus drawn from the cavity in it was conceived Birth and death now unified, as the grotesque infant is Livid osteopedion, breathless lungs still, and dry Birth is just a forensic folly when in being born one
Birth and death in one breath, extract the corpse from her guts The morbid cavity is lavaged, torn and cut Another tiny that ended before it could begin Another of human offal, to end up in the rubbish bin...
gurgles nor cries escape its lifeless blue lips Placenta disgorges amniotic as the umbilical cord rips Morbid nursery fall on deaf little ears As the dry-eyed infant parents to bitter tears...
Obstetric With a for a crib for an autopsy bag for a bib...
Hush baby, don't say a word going to have to get a casket reserved But if your body is too The coffin door will to stay closed
A in her arms Not from harm the water breaks, the cradle will rot A nursery chyme with no happy ending, in the wastebasket, dead and forgot...
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corpse to carve for pathologists and their ilk Nursed on embalming fluid, no use crying over silt milk Silent rattles stilled The doctor's gloved deliver the babe into a grave that now is filled
Morbid anatomy technicians are the child's only Callously dissecting, the inanimate A bloodied dissecting table serves as the young one's and trundle As inquisitive butchery, splays this joyless bundle...
Dead ever being alive to die Eyes forever ere the first tear could dry Mouth sealed by rigor mortis the first newborn cry infant on the table, dead-cut and dry...
Newborn Whose is a slab Lifeless Diminutive to be tagged...
Now I lay you to sleep Your flesh not long to keep If you rot before you wake Then leave your corpse for the worms to
In the cold corridors in the sterile, dead are heard from the maternity ward But from the mouth of babes, no escapes In nativity obscene behind mortuary drapes...