Smell the Fetus Taste the Afterbirth

Fueled by my disgust with life
I desire to destroy and mutilate
Humans in their purest form
I stalk the impregnated
At maternity stores
And lust for their cargo
Then I follow them home
And plot my terror
Fast approaching their bedroom door
With knife in hand
Smirking, I lunge for their throat
And slice a gash
I long to smell the unborn fetus
And taste the afterbirth
I thrust my hand inside her womb
And explore her innards with my fingers
Groping for the innocent child
Wielding my tools of the trade
Allowing me deeper into her torso
Ripping out whatever moves
Blood soaked parts I eagerly consume
Gnawing on the fetus
And slurping down the afterbirth
Engulfed by my disgust with life
I desire to destroy and mutilate
All humans in their purest form
Smell the fetus taste the afterbirth