Eye

I am that cow
And am installed
In the slaughterhouse of sin
The misjudgment and the prejudice
For me its wearing thin

The human tribe
Make up new words
To nullify the thought
That what is happening down the line
In it all they are not caught

Its the abattoir not the slaughter house
Or the killing house of sin
They put to sleep not murder
The cull as they begin

To assassinate our life force
They water down the words
And here I am about to die
Listening to the birds

Singing on a spire
Not very far from here
Normality is around the corner
and its very clear
I am young they have tortured
Me
Ever since I was born
Burned my horns
Tagged my ears
And my testicles were torn

Off me by some labourer
No surgical statement here
Just a dirty pair stinky hands
And a pair of pliers
Twas clear
The agony of losing
My vital organs they
Didnt even help me with the pain
And it was way

More horrible than I had thought
I passed out with it all
And all they did was to manhandle me
And dump me in a stall
And now its my throat cutting time
Its the religious way
Of giving me more agony
Before I pass away

There you are I am using
The same sanistised verse
Blood spilling from my jugular
What now could be worse

From that cow with its eye
Telling you everything it was feeling