Toasted Fetal Face

Tender and so delicious, better than pork spare ribs
Toasted fetal faces, sliced off of babies
With a knife and a forke and a toaster
I then go ahead and roast it
Soft tiny bones I chomp through
Leftovers make a fresh fetus stew

But nothing beats a/ I live on from my
Toasted fetal face
Nothing comes close to
The delectable taste
So fucking good I
Just have to get more
So keep on breeding
All you skanky whores

Smashing through all of the hospitals
Sifting through abortions for the freshest kills
The guards try to stop me but I over power them
With the power of fetal faces I become fetus man

I draw my powers from the masses eaten
Devouring them gave me the power of their souls
Always will be too weak to fight their new owner off
With the power of fetal souls I kill and scoff

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