On the Eaton estate
There are hundreds of snares
Evil contraptions
Despite our prayers
Left for the wild life
Foxes do die
Wandering where they were placed
To apply
Such ugliness really
It makes no sense
Nobody comes the a wild souls defence
Just let it struggle
Imagine it’s pain
It has thoughts
It can love
It can cry
It’s insane
That human beings can sink to such lows
Can’t they imagine the inglorious woes
The utter frustration
Trapped in a vice
And however we struggle
The ens is not nice
We die in a melee of blood sweat and tears
Neglecting our families
Yes dearest dears
Our bodies are broken
About hearts broken too
Our screams are not heard
Nothing can we do
Except appeal to our god
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