Benny And his flesh eating followers

Benny had a name
But not much else it seems
His dreams
Immediately were nightmares
How many though heard his screams

His mother did but not his father
His father was the creep
Who shoved his mother in the rape rack
The vile one ever cheap

Benny and his brothers
Were taken from their Mama
Brutally manhandled
Which would forever scar

Every part of their creation
Every single breath
Every hope of sunshine on their backs
Until their death

Benny he was slaughtered for the flesh
Created by
Creation to become a spirit angel
And to lie

In the verdant pasture
And enjoy his 20 years
But within 4 months of solitary confinement
All his fears

Were brought into his reckoning
Throat slit and carved up well
By the shape shifters the slaughter men
The creatures straight from Hell

And which of you selected Veal
To feed your gut
A tiny squealing baby
A frighted tortured mutt

Wriggling inside of you
Another shape shifting creep
And remember and just ponder
On what it is you are going to reap

For the next life you will suffer
The vagaries of man
Such torment it is coming
Its part of the Dairies plan

So chew the flesh and sup the milk
And scoff the cadburys bar
And go about your business
As if you were the star