Flensed Battue

Dreadful battue, torn children jumbled upThey are turned inside out and ravished in sprawlGouged welted bosom loosened with cattlingBlood from nicked jugular veins pouring in hodsFormless maimed corpses frittered with pole axeBlastoderms padded with brain dollops and ovariesProddedpith wrapped up in rented pia materClawed germs coddled in bleach covered with blebsLamed children hang on hooks through their jawsThey're squibing, ruckling and shrilling from stingsBeetle grind up lumped skeletons in bonedustHashers masticating putrid rancid meatIn rabid rage I'm wresting quarry bodiesParboiled infants are put to the rackBeing repeatedly raped and torn asunderThey're swollen and stark overlying in pukeI'm ablating caecums and digestive apparatusPelvises, hips and knee-caps filed with hand-sawPussy spittle pumped out from seamy pancreasPurtenance and testicles simmer in cauldronsLogged off wombs processed through meat-chopperStretched foreskin pronged with foliated bonesWrenched off from maws embryos jump aboutPhrenetic, I raven their raw roastsOddments of plucks stubbed up from open soresPinking the pinnae I purge out ductless glandsFrazzled and fried entrails douse in ichorDebris of distended swellings turned into pulpChopped up children grabble for gouged out eyesCreeping upon splints of severed and grained headsDecollated bodies topple on ground and supineThrusted through muscles tighten in throeRarefyed brains lapped in pared scalpsTailings of threshed syrinx teem with fly-blows