Festering Castration - Torture Rack

Trapped, waiting in a line of death

Whipped, as you march to the gory mess

Insects squirming in the wounds

Vomit from the stench, breath the fumes

Shrill screech of stone against the blade

Sharpened for your member to be flayed

Heaping mass of bodies piled high

Blood drips from vultures in the sky

Your time has come to lose your dick

Pulled tight and sheared, it plops into shit

Drop to your knees, let out a pitiful shriek

With a flash of the blade, you have become a castrated freak

Dog sniffs your svered dick, eats it as you’r bleeding out

Laughter fills the air, your balls are stomped into the ground

You’ll become just another corpse missing genitals

Kicked into a mass grave, the maggots will be plentiful