His morbid act was done lonely
He knew that the bastard son wasn't his
So he turned his wife to shredded meat
She screamed and pissed in pain

He laughed when slashed her eyes
Mangled her members with a saw
Her mouth foaming, having convulsions
Opened her belly with bare hands

Slashed the woman searching her womb
And ate her innards holding the embryo
It was insanely erased with a sandpaper
Then he nailed it upon the fire place

As a reward for his bloody hunt
He buried its corpse in the garden
He learned to live with this
Because now his obscure past
Lies six feet down the ground