The Pig knows its time is up

The pigs are on their way to die
is that a mystery
Tell me why?
its the factory farm
into the truck
to the house of slaughter
WTF
the eyes tell all
the smell of death
is everywhere
on every breath
the eyes tell all
the adrenaline rush
clearly this is not a brush
with death
but soon it will be
in their faces
truthfully
they dice with death
they dance they swing
lamenting on what it will bring
some peace and quiet
a final thrust
a final tear
and deep disgust

when they were born
they knew the score
the factory farm
was blood and gore
the truck mean’t that was it
the end
the house of slaughter
is where they send
us all we all go there and wend
our way to a far off land where we
as souls can live much more freely
but who really knows
today’s the end
that’s a certainty dear friend