I make an incision in her skin from her ribs to her p**y lips.
I peel her skin back to see her innards.
Her eyes now roll back in her head
The b**h now wishes she was dead with her crucified family.
As I look to see her womb
I notice her beating heart pumping her blood onto the ground.
One down - a billion to go
A list of women are dissected to know if they carry child
And if they don't we f** them all anyway.
These are the final stages
A holy conquest; official orders of The Pope
A catholic plague of hatred ready to wage war upon God.
With new omnipotence of our great Pope we will overthrow our maker.
The architect will fall to his creation.
Through the oculus of the Vatican we ascend
We will rise to witness God's demise.
We now defy the prophecies of God.