Argentina hold your Sodding hands up
\nA knife, an arse and piglets everywhere
\nA blood bath
\nAnd the wrath
\nOf MOCCUS
\nComing in one sweep
\nThe murderers who spread their lust
\nWill one day be forced to weep<\/p>\n
For these are tiny babies
\nStruggling to be
\nPart of life hereafter
\nAnd they die so painfully
\nThrown off trucks to bounce on floors
\nPicked up and slit into
\nBleeding out without a doubt
\nIn such agony a few wiggle like the clappers
\nIn a frenzy to escape
\nWrithing in each others blood
\nGrotesque each little shape
\nPushing out its intestines
\nIn the agony of death
\nWhilst these monsters perform cut and thrust
\nAnd deny them of their breath
\nThey kick the scream they whimper
\nShaking bodily until
\nThe obvious is realty
\nAnd their guts they fully spill<\/p>\n
And these were little babies
\nNot long from their mama
\nWho in that twinkling shine brightly
\nTheir mothers little star
\nThey would have been so cared for
\nBut man un kind took hold
\nStole them and bloody well murdered them
\nAnd every way defiled<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Argentina hold your Sodding hands up A knife, an arse and piglets everywhere A blood bath And the wrath Of MOCCUS Coming in one sweep The murderers who spread their lust Will one day be forced to weep For these … Continue reading