Two pairs of headlights cut a night as black as coal I chase predatorily my prize down these old darkened roads Panic stricken hapless mother Fearful for her pregnancy In a grave miscalculation she wildly yanks the wheel into a tree See that big old God up there well he don’t see me I’ve prayed and prayed and gone to church incessantly In a daze I find our newly bleeding host Never goes quite as planned this much I know In violence absolute I vault atop my gasping Victim she screams in fear for two My knife it’s drawn so deadly sharp In the backseat of her car an infant is carved into this world Not sacredly not carefully the child in hate belongs to me See that damned old stork up there? He wont hear my calls he won’t read my letters Man in this womb no life at all That what the doctors said Said why even try I’m shut down and I’m broken deep inside Tonight I’ll use this blade to get exactly what I want The child within you incubating for nine hardshipped months The hopeful little angel bet he looks just like his mom Targeted so carefully in this lottery of sickness you have won The smell of entrails wrestling the nose Gutted and splayed to hell sweet mommy goes in violence absolute I vault atop my gasping victim she screams in fear for two My knife it’s drawn so deadly sharp in the backseat of her car An infant is carved into this world not sacredly not carefully The child in hate belongs to me Oh no the life it’s leaving mother’s eyes aren’t we surprised But a mere expense of this night I’ve been watching you for weeks I know what sex the child will be I know it’s the perfect time for me to seize control In violence absolute I vault atop my gasping victim She screams in fear for two My knife it’s drawn so deadly sharp in the backseat of her car An infant is carved into this world not sacredly not carefully The child in hate belongs to me In this heart so destitute there is a void that’s lying stillborn on the ground Discarded husk I thank thee for your work Second to none You’ll never know my name You’ll never meet your son Your seed is mine and mine alone In death this deed be sickly done See that big old God up there? Well he don’t see me he don’t see me
