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