The Traumatic
Within her womb sits child fear starving joyous times
It knows no smiles nor happiness a life of doom awaits
A motherly instinct is to fend and guide a child's soul
But in this woman illness reigns and terror it's in control
The traumatic, pollution of the mind
Slain fornication mass produces seeds of tragedy
An all the while an anxious spell controls attentive minds
She taunts the children placing ghouls down deep behind their eyes
Force feeding darkness teaching them that life's a place of fear
She keeps them buried underneath this precious world of light
As her face contorts her mouth upturns and creates the devils smile
The traumatic, pollution of the mind
Reclused and cruel her life goes on another victim grows
Her addiction to the dark, disturbed brings another pregnancy
The infant newborns unsnuggly settle into their creeping tombs
They'll see no sun as the canvas paints a storming, raining doom
Seeing children doomed with fear is the greatest gift of all
Tears and panic in their eyes sees her grin from ear to ear
Torment womb a living cage she wills her illness she craves insane
Bringing monsters into their blood to creep and crawl and set the tone
Tearing, ripping spoon fed terror feeds them full
You must pray for these children, the traumatic!
Intrigued by the brooding, her serving life possessions
A twitching, burning, feeling in her mind
FEED THEM HORROR!!! FEED THEM HORROR!!!
Reserved unto her children, this eternal dark obsession
A prize that goes to she who is deranged
Feed them horror! FEED THEM HORROR
Feed them horror! FEED THEM HORROR
Feed them horror!
Horror!!!
The created egg breaks its shell and the sample quickly grows
As its life is formed she reconstructs a cerebellum maze
Doom bludgeoned children freaked and stirred run screaming from their minds
As the devils feared from motherly ways laugh disturbingly at them all
The deranged grasp takes its hold life-crushed they won't exist
Forever love and caring ways for them just never bloomed
A motherly instinct is to fend and guide her children's soul
As her face contorts the devil comes and ends the childs life
It's too late for the children, the traumatic...
...a dark cruelty