I make an incision in her skin from her ribs to her pussy lips I peel her skin back to see her innards Her eyes now roll back in her head The bitch now wishes she was dead with her crucified family As I look to see her womb I notice her beating heart pumping her blood onto the ground One down - a billion to go; a list of women are dissected to Know if they carry child and if they don’t we fuck them all anyway These are the final stages: A holy conquest; official orders of the pope A catholic plague of hatred ready to wage war upon God With new omnipotence of our great pope we will overthrow our maker The architect will fall to his creation Through the oculus of the vatican we ascend We will rise to witness God’s demise We now defy the prophecies of God
