There is a time to be born and a time to die
That time is both here and now
From cradle to the grave within seconds
To the mother I'll return for seconds
I make the first incision
Complete fetal excision
With brutal precision
Dead before gaining vision
Can't stand, but the instinct to run is there
Just feebly kicks the air
Tender meat with a side of placenta
Still fresh magenta
Got the scalpel in mouth
Scalpel my fork and knife
You only had one strife
Your gruesomely short life