1. An Inanimate

An inanimate
Blood – red spot
Awakes curiobity
Of the crowd passing by
Still warm pieces of
A short life
Bits of human flesh
Deprived of shape
Reached by fate
Enhances common fear
Of the crowd passing by
It's fate breathes deep
It's fate witers nearby
Smoking and coughing
Biting nails
He may recognize
Half – dried drops of blood
And a smell
The exciting fragrance
Of broken innocence
The tuth's endangered
So off he goes
With a tear in his eye
And the same
Question – why?
Slowly he dissapears
Among the indifferent crowd
Passing by...

2. Anal Narcotic

Babies asses profaned
By lustful
Psychpath' penises
Asses from which blood
And entrails' fragments
Spill out.
Inconceivable scream – tearing
Apart ears of the
Criminal
Who wants to fulfill
His sick mind,
Sick of emptiness that
Blows up his brain
Anal narcotic that allows
To unload animal lust.
Small object of orgiastic play
Choking in its yell – by sperm
Of the executioner
Who's got nothing
For his defense – except
Innocence
Raped eyes in deaf scream
Look for death that
Will release from
Pain,
Off "mother's pain",
When they came into
This world.

3. Damaged...

.....I wish I had the choice
now you curse me-this is your will

Some eerie force makes me act
I wish I had the choice...

It is a voice I have to follow
A silent call comes from within
Sudden decisions,violent impulses
Abject emotions ,insane drives

I wish I had the choice
Now you beat me – that is you will

I`d love to stroke
Your baby-face
I`d love to hold you
In my arms
But there`s little love
In my grip
My tender touch
Becomes your pain
I wish I had the choice...

4. Exterminate

...Foetus was growing
At the cost
Of uterus mother's organism...
My thoughts
Has gone in torture
I hear – why !?
I don't I feel touch.
I torture other vicim – why !?
Question why scoring
I say to you?
Degenerated conception of creepy
Created by aversion & death
Vision of their own nation
I remember moment
Saturated with
Looking at massacre – why ?
Innocent's blood is
All over my body
Deep in me there is
Degeneration & inside
Madness
Madness
Murder by the reason
Cruelty by own
Children's blood
Created by system of hatred
Changed into beast
...From unsewed stomach is
Coming baby
Small in mother's blood,
Stumps cut navels
Around their throats
Mother's blood mixed
With young stuff
Demonic orgy, woman's anatomy
I'm guilty in brain torture
I hear – why question
Nation's death – why

5. Life For Life

Internally old organism
Rejected its fetus
But occuring reactions won't allow
To tear out the bringer
Of human existence
Fight for life – what life,
Which one question
In great fulfilmnet life was created
To sacrifice – life for life...
Off happiness for human
Satisfaction left is
Impotence and emptiness...
And scattered human
Creation is being removed...
Save life – but what life,
Which one question piece by piece,
Effectively and carefully
Small head which was
Supposed to see the world
(to give happiness and
mother's devotion)
Inertly lies in the surgeon's hands –
A few stumps, closed and blood covered
Eye – lids, deadly grimace
Of the childish face...
Someone must stay life –
-But what for, why?
Emptiness will persist,
Nervous breakdown and fear...
Looking at the deadly fetus in all –
-Embracing inability
weeping won't help
in blood – life is taken away to rescue
(Another) life
and then...to forget (?) – life for life
Unforgettable grief...

6. Pleasure

Try to comprehend me
Before you tear the aorta
Stab with a knife...
...Once again
Cut throat does not compare
To the pleasure of raping a child
Following her,
I leered at her tiny boy
Watched her delicate moves
And that strange freshness
Now, she's just a dead,
Ripped corpse
...In the cut throat
I find my pleasure
Raping the child
You hatefully murder,
Then desecrate
My body
You should have
Done it before...
...Before you thought
Of revenge
I was molested
It doesn't matter now
Now it's blood
Now it's spem
Cut throat,
Pleasure AARGH!

7. The Art Of The 20th Century

I relase your blood
I let flow – more
And more – I smash
Pieces of you on the wall
Your body no longer resists –
You are to surrender –
– You are to die.
Murder instinct – madness
I entertain the world
Society turns
Reality to nightmare
I kill – therefore I am
Be quiet boy,
Why do you fear?
I'll highlight your life...
...on TV they'll show you –
-With a razor
I rip your crotch
Don't blame me for this...
Be quiet boy.
Expression –
-With an axe I create
The art. of the 20TH century.
A scream...
Why do you scream girl question
We'll entertain the people
Be polite,
You're so important to me
A piece of flash... I need you
You are to surrender –
-You are to die
Bloody dream – therefore I am!

8. The Murderer

Got a life sentence
For taking part in a brutal murder
Of his own siter
Caused by sexual drives.
Sentenced by humanity
Cursed for brutality
For the cliched
Blood obsession
Accepted by a bunch of similar
Ones
Shocked society on the one hand
Awaiting redemption
On the other – pathological family
In difference, atrocity of the act.
Him – mad, scrupleless
Just got the knife
And with a sexual gesture
He butchered his sister
...But why can't I believe this
Why can't I comprehend
Such behaviour,
Or his bloody instinct?
I'm overwhelmed by fear
I feel a murder lust
His stare and his dumb smile
Of an eleven-year old boy.

9. The Species

Supernatural
Beings managed to
Accelerate the creation of life!
A moment of extasy, love – like orgasm
The passing of semen that brings joy.
Consciousless beings can't realize
That momentary excitement will
Give birth to offespring
...Usually it takes nine months
Of human life...
The cells join each other, they firmly unite
Life is being creating with astonishing pace
Women – clones can feel only a short while
Of pleasure.
The new breed approaches! (NOW!)
Human debris, guts torn apart
Women massacred by supernatural
Breed
The species extincts!

10. Rescue