Yes I stand here
watching as one of my kind
hangs, she
was a friend of mine
in the CAFO shed
where we both
did see
untold torture happening
where both of us took heed
we knew we’d reached the absolute pits
and where it all did lead
the weak are always beaten
the weak are always killed
the strong get beaten obviously
a lot of blood gets spilled
now I watch her bleeding
her lifeless body hangs
there its just infront of me
inside of me it bangs
my heart I feel it banging
what is to become of me
soon I will be hanging there
beside her helplessly
they do this to put fear in us
and it works every time
watching friends get murdered
and then having to climb
into the same position
expecting the knives
the point
that I am trying to make here
is I may be that joint
you are cooking for your family
and I have gone though Hell
everyday was torture
and didn’t they do it well
and when I came to be murdered
they tortured me and left
me watching its was terrible
to just be so bereft
of any kind of emotion to
force sentiente like this
to watch their friends
get hacked to pieces
yes they took the piss
every sick emotion flooding through us
we
are drunk on all that evil
its soaked inside of me
and you lot you will then consume
the adversity that I
experienced and died with
I tell you its no lie
I tell you its no laughing matter
I tell you what you eat
is the purest nastiest flesh on earth
its riddled with anguish meat
and what that does to consumers
only time can tell
we were raised in purgatory
and died to escape your hell