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9 months of uncontrollable pain

Nightmares of a monster ripping

Through you like a razor to your wrist

The constant thoughts of bring into this world

A monster the perfect killing machine

One who has no heart

No sense of compassion

9 months of pain is coming to an end

Your child is born

With as like that of the crimson sky

Which dawns behind you

You can see the urge to mutilate

A mother cannot bear to keep this child

Into the bathroom with her new born

Limbs dismembered and left for everyone to see

As she waits in the stole as the doctors walk in

She laughs hysterically

As her baby's head rolls across the doctors feet