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The best part of this kill is you're pregnant
So I lure you into my killing table
My prize of your demise will be your four month old fetus
Extracting all your entrails
Carefully with my forceps
To get to what I'm craving
The sweet meat of the fetus
After I open your body I move entrails
Exposing the uterus
Slicing it open carefully to avoid damaging the fetus
Before I hold it admiring the beauty of this baby
Before I devour this tasty morsel
Extracting all your entrails
Carefully with my forceps
To get to what I'm craving
The sweet meat of the fetus
Tearing tissue as my mouth waters
Thinking of my next mother and child
Sickened by my lust and need to kill
Babies and soon to be mothers
The best part of this kill is you're pregnant
So I lure you in to my killing table
My prize of your demise will be your four month old fetus
Tearing tissue as my mouth waters
Thinking of my next mother and child