Easter Lamb girls and boys

The appearence of curly woolly
Babies innocent angels in every way
6 weeks or so into their life
Bouncing souls who play
In the grassy meadows
Where the milk witches fly
Their golden teeth are open
To Oestra from on high

They be a revelation
In the scheme of things
Such an impact on our children
And If they had tiny wings
They would be called angels
But alas were born to be
Lambs fit for YOUR table
To be slaughtered mercilessly

Behold the panorama
Out of their fresh born eyes
A kaleidescope of colours
Their great EASTER prize
Their ruminative progression
Cut short by the day
That the average human
Wants to eat
LAMB on Easter Day

A tiny infant day dreaming
Is collected by the man
The farmer the great harmer
Who throws them in his van
Probably busting little legs
And bruising their tiny feet
He is after selling them
For they make such tender meat

The riches of the human unkind
Manifest today
Its easter lets all go to church
And eat lamb right away
Murder these tiny infants
Roast them hear their bleats
Chop up some mint sauce and dress
Their flesh,for the elites

All know what is good for them
The flesh and blood of lamb
How spiteful to the innocent
Listen now I am
One of them now being forced
To walk the ghastly plank
Subjected to electric prodding
Yes its truly rank

Life was ours such purity
The greenest grass around
But your fat guts were calling
And I it seems was bound
To be part of your digestion
In the sticky murky gut
To drown in all your squalor
And, no longer strut

My stuff with my dear mother
Eat clover by the pound
Look up at the blue sky
For I am not around
They cut my throat Halal style
And I was forced to bleed
Out its running down the walls
Thanks to you INDEED!

A moment in your acidic mouth
A lifetime on your hips
Do you think of babies
As you open your coarse lips
And push my flesh onto your tongue
And chew me and swallow
All I hope is it fucking chokes you
Yea well now you know!

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