i have seen the red in it’s eyes
i have tasted the blood on it’s lips
unrelenting socializing
followed to the death
cut the tumor, rend off it’s head
peel away at the white paint
until all that is left is the truth:
we are fodder, fattened and sickly
raised to feed the beast, bred to fill the role
never to get up off our knees;
our every thought is controlled
we’re nothing but slaves
and we are promised all our lives
the final step: ascension
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