Faroe Islands web site

The Faroe islands are getting a bit jumpy
Because of pages put up to explain
Their true traditional cultural blood bath
Happening on their beaches
That fills most of the world with such disdain

The non existence of what is compassion
Empathy for a species that frequents
The shoreline pods of pilot whales
Flushed into coastal water
And cut to pieces with great throbbing tails

Driven for the life of them onto beaches
Where men and boys leap in the sea and slash
This is the new holocaust the destruction of our species
The sea itself becomes a crimson rash
The innocent are carved up into pieces
The agony of death becomes so loud
Unfolding is a mesmerising spectacle
Where all of us are finally over powered

And these ghastly pictures have been placed
On pages
For tourists to enjoy and see when they
Come to visit and be part of what it is
And what we do and how we pass away
Conversion from the real to the eternal
Wrath of sadists pleasuring their souls
The fundamental sectioning of monsters
Who in the light are seen themselves as trolls
Inbred abrogating all the sanity
The virtuality that once we had
Great pods of true inherited characteristics
Functionless and absolutely bad

Identities becoming indistinguishable
Homogenous a mass of blood and gore
A camouflage of sinister intention
A harrowing example of a war
Where the innocent are chopped up into mincemeat
The beauty of our form is washed away
And this is indeed the picture they encompass
To eclipse all other pictures so to say

Any would be tourist facing this pain
Hearing our cries soaking up the sky
Its like a flood of crimson a wake of puke and dread
Spreading every which way patterns of the dead
An army of the flailing arms mongrels everyone
Pervading all the wondrous gifts underneath the sun
Castrating and debating and relating in a way
Radiating and scattering the ashes of the day

And so to put these pictures up
For all the world to see
To marvel in the blood lust
Is how it ought to be
A place to bring the innocent
The kindly and the cute
To accept the total violence
Of every single shoot

So why on earth would the Faroe islanders
Want to thus contain
Hide from what they actually do
Their freedom to be insane
Jealous of our completeness
And ostracize us so
Cast us to their hell on earth
Where every one should go

But we hear they are now upset
They don’t want tourists seeing
The debacle on their beaches
And from that war are fleeing
Taking up the natural beauty
And the sandy shore
And all the wonders that exist
Beyond the blood and gore

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