We somehow broke the gavel before we sentenced this enslavement to the gallows agriculture gave us the means to prosper without death without this sorry nutrients we never had the need for their servitude
this is a curt reminder this is a turning point
self inflicted solitude our lofty sensibilities I see the pallbearers flanking this industry
to ignore is tantamount to taking part the piles of new born male chicks the bins of dying new born calves a slick of blood and vomit
We will be the voice of those who cannot speak be the conscious thought ringing in your ear
we will grow in numbers conscientious objectors those who condemn the death of sentient feeling minds
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Heifer whines could be human cries Closer comes the screaming knife This beautiful creature must die This beautiful creature must die A death for no reason And death for no reason is MURDER
And the flesh you so fancifully fry Is not succulent, tasty or kind It's death for no reason And death for no reason is MURDER
And the calf that you carve with a smile Is MURDER And the turkey you festively slice Is MURDER Do you know how animals die ?
Kitchen aromas aren't very homely It's not "comforting", cheery or kind It's sizzling blood and the unholy stench Of MURDER
It's not "natural", "normal" or kind The flesh you so fancifully fry The meat in your mouth As you savour the flavour Of MURDER