| Praise the children | |
| For they bring me great joy | |
| With their flaps of skin | |
| Hanging from lifeless faces | |
| Praise the children | |
| With their toothless jaws | |
| Satisfying my darkest thirst | |
| With their little fingers broken | |
| Snapped like twigs [D.C.] [E.C.] | |
| Praise the children | |
| For they fill me with love | |
| With their legs cut off | |
| Crawling with crimson snail tracks | |
| Screaming all the way | |
| Praise the children | |
| With their icepick-punctured eyeballs | |
| Gelatinous goo dripping down | |
| Innocent lips sewn shut |