Sitting on a mother
Pretending to slice
Her throat with a blade
This is never nice
Teaching young children
How it is done
Cutting the throat
Watch the blood run
Tis true children probably
Eat sausages they
Have no idea, they just follow a way
Of eating dead flesh
Killed by slaughter men who
Think nothing of killing
It’s just a view
Of life and of death
With one stroke of a blade
With one stroke of a blade
Watch a life fade

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