Virus

We are the virus
Carnivores serve
Up the dead bodies
They have the nerve
To kidnap and slaughter
And offer for sale
Another’s life force
That’s my sad tale

To steal babies from mothers
To eat and display
Like the calf and the lamb
And the dolphin at play
So called famous chefs
On the box tell us we
Should cook little babies
For they are so tasty

Think on it will you
The skin that some wear
Is covering your babies
Body, you share
Your fucking ignorance
With your sweet child
Whose supposed to be
Innocent and meek and mild

But you decided on wool and on fur
An animal body
Yes it did purr, did sob and did cry
As your baby maybe
But you have decided
Another born free
Should perish alone
In some trap on the ground
Bleeding out slowly
With no one around

Fish is your wish
Trillions of them now die
Caught in some net
Where slowly they die
Crushed in the great weight
Or left without air
Frozen to death
Yes you were unaware

Think of the cow the mother
Who slaves
From the day of her birth
She completely saves
Her nutrition for your baby
Not for hers, who
Will be taken and slaughtered
In her full view

She will then be raped again
And and yes again
She will then go through
All of that pain
To only be slaughtered
For her leather and her meat
To feed the vile humans
And the so called elite

So many animals killed every day
All over the world
For that is the way
Of the carnivore set
They are set on the blood
The skin and the muscle
And imagine that flood

Of sweetest emotion
That creates the sea
Of blood snot and sinew
Now deviding me
With you lot your carnivores
Filling your gut
With all those dead bodies
It’s open and shut

You have no excuse
Cancer comes to those who
Form the tombs of the innocent
Inside of you
You are a virus
Without a cure
It’s the animal earthlings that have
To endure

You in their psyche
Whose guts are alive
With worms and with parasites
Trying to survive
In that squabble of sinew
That river of blood
That ocean of snot
Where pus fuels the flood