I tremble at this hideous vision of the savior and smell the stench of the sickening who become my enslavers a premonition of the unborn spawned to consume the desecration of all that is pure as they're eaten from the womb.
The infants with the eyes desolate to thought, blessed with the brutal hunger, overpowering as they crawl.
My innocent unborn falls, unto the beasts so gross. The miscarnivorous restless in disgust now stalks my dying being to satisfy its lust.
A tremor in the ravaged hide, deafening are the repulsive cries, who seek the ears of the messiah and the beast, kneel before the mutation of life. Heed the eyes despicable, they command me this vision so grim my master lord of the deformed looms before my grueling impregnation...