Embryonic Gastronomy के बोल

I eat dead infants Disintered from the womb Of the dead pregnant Stretching, the womb widely abroad Displaying her insides I examine the abdomen in Search of a meal to eat. Tepid Celioparacenthetic sludge Emulsifies my throat Grappled from chains, I rip From groin to gullet Divesting multed flesh, while Stripping the innards From this dripping infant I rip off the head Strip it of flesh Disarticulate the limbs Then dismember this mess With nails only I finger it's torso Disemboweling this pile of slop I begin to gorge on viscera Vein and melena Bleeding profusely, This feast doesn't stop. Pulverizing this stillborn's Home for nine months My throat fills as I begin to retch Disgorging pulp of These fetal remnants I lie soaking in a pool of stench.