Breeding Atrocity

Breeding atrocity rancid is the fruit of their womb Advocates of perversion engineering the provisions of grief Distributing misery prophets of affliction Killed by their own spawn stolen futures, deprived of innocence Spirits broken at birth no respite from the torture They know not what they do murderers or victims in the eyes of god Nurtured by fear progeny of the sick their fate is sealed in blood They sever the hand that feeds sharing the gift of violence bestowed on them