Maggot Infested Swing
His maggot infested body
Left hanging in a swing
How the fuck could you
Let this happen
He was your only precious son
Murdered by your drug indulgence

The longest week
Of a short lived life
The seed of evil
Was planted long ago
Stuck in purgatory
Meaningless death
You should be tortured
And buried alive

Murderer
He was your child
Murderer
He was your flesh and blood
Rotting corpse in his swing
Decomposing flesh
A putrid pile of innocence
Left to rot