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Three endangered fin whales
Were this morning gleefully
Swimming in their freedom
In the cold Atlantic sea
A realness undeniably
Attested and so sure
Enduring all life threw at them
And a great deal more

Each part of the angelic realm
Unlike Icelandic whalers
Who resort to slaughter in the water
They are heads and tailers
Alien forces inebriated on the blood
Lust trail
Murdering the endangered ones
Because their own souls fail

They contravene all decency
Millionaires may be
But not a ha’peth of sense at all
They search the blue tranquility
For fodder for Japan
And they murder the created ones
What a low life dirty plan

Cetaceans have a timelessness
And their spirits overflow
Such crushing destructiveness
An incendiary from below
The sabotage of heartforms
The demolisher of sin
Exporting the apocalypse
Upon the exalted fin

Now lifeless being dragged along
For all of life to see
To witness what the Icelandic
State of torpidity
Languid from the neck up
Of murderous intent
My vehemence and fury
At the great price they have spent

HVALUR What great shits you are
Each outburst burns a hole
Through the endangered blubber
Into the creatures soul
Your rotten strong-arm tactics
Your full ferocity
The chasm of each spasm
Dragged screaming from the sea

Your butchers will be at it soon
The stench be everywhere
Its not the whales intestines
Its your aura of despair
So many weeping for these three
Is like thunder in the night
That rumbles through the ocean
With all of icelands blight

The tourists who would visit you
Need to know the score
Need to realise your worth
And the rotten war
You are having with endangered whales
Out there in the blue
And butchering and profiteering
With little else to do

Three beautiful whales harpooned to death in the atlantic
To be butchered and shipped of to hard hearted japan
Whise people are wakingnup to their government and the icelandic governments insanity.