Drag the nuns from their rooms
It's finally time to extract the bastards from
their wombs
Their hands are bound and then they're gagged
for surgery
Punctured with a rusted blade, then I force my
fingers in the wound
I stretch it till the flesh has torn
with my filthy hands I rip it more

The mother's screams are muffled by the gag
shoved down her throat
The tension builds as I unveil her uterus
Her anaesthesia is my cock
Convulsions overwhelm my patience
If these persist ill have no choice but to kill
her before she gives birth
What a fucking shame

Death brings me joy, but I would rather see her
suffer as I rip her bastard child from her womb
I press the blade to her throat
Dull and with crooked teeth, I begin to saw
through her neck until I reach her spine

Now that she is dead her body lays still
Now her unborn child is ready for extraction
I slice open the uterus and the placenta rushes
out
Mixed with blood it pools in her gaping wound
This carcass cocktail of placenta and blood
is shared among assistants helping me birth
the child
Once it's gone the severed uterus is bare
and then the birth begins

I grab the child by his leg and rip him from
the womb
His mother's entrails pull out and spread upon
the bed
I rape her body till she turns into a putrid
heap, then I remove the umbilical cord
I cart the child down the hall to be classed
and then sent to the nursery of rape