NECROPEDOPHILE
Chris Barnes

I was once a man before I transformed
Into this molester, freshly deceased children
You have born, torn by my rape
The dead are not safe, the lifeless child corpse
I will violate

Pleasure from the [bad word] satisfaction
I open the coffin
Sick [bad word] through my head as I stare
At the dead, over and over, I can't escape
I begin the dead , licking her young, rotted [bad word] 
I [bad word] in her cold [bad word]  shivering with ecstasy
For nine days straight I do the same
She [bad word] by dead, decayed child  slave
Her neck I hack, cutting through the back
I use her mouth to eject

Here I [bad word]  blood gushes from
Bleeding black blood
Her head disconnected
As I came, viciously I cut, through her jugular vein
She's already dead, I [bad word] with her severed head
My lubrication, her [bad word] 
Spending my life molesting dead children

Intercourse with infants
Curing heads on top of spikes
Boiling skulls
Skin sliding off of bones

Voices
The voices call
Voices
The voices are calling me
Buried dead I've spiritually infected
Call to me from beyond their graves

Bleed
I now bleed pus
I bleed, the blood of the dead
I bleed on her livid skin
 [bad word] myself within
Beginning to chop through her hairless crotch
Beyond what we know as death
It haunts me everyday
I hear the voice of every child
That lies next to me decayed
fresh corpse, to fill with my infection
Tortured before death, no [bad word] left unfilled

Violated after death
Virgin hole I infest
Anal pore spewing cess
The sacred juice I injest
Your dead child I defile
Necropedophile