Lick your lips and smell the sweet stench of death.
Families locked in cages, until they reach desired weight,
A clumsy hand plucked them from their lives as freight.
Unable to move and fed on unwanted shit,
Better not to exist then be on death row, living at a crazed humans command,
I wonder if "heaven" is the same: supply on demand.
Lunged at with electric shock guns, stolen last gasp of breath,
Dignity ripped from the hanging bodies with still pulsating hearts,
Bodies of newly killed souls auctioned off in parts.
Precious lives incased in coloured plastic, sold to mix with greedy human spit,
And god he loves them all, enough to eat what he allegedly did create,
Just take a look at the Animal, lying there dead on your plate. |
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