Who but an angel
\nwould allow themselves to be
\nfitted up in a restraint chair
\nshackled painfully
\none of the wilder angels
\nstolen from her home
\nin the steamy jungle
\nwhere with her kith she’d roam<\/p>\n
captured there and torn away
\nand caged and flown by air
\nin a crate with others
\nwhich candidly, did scare
\nand then onto the laboratory
\nwhere evil lurked around
\neach corner where depravity
\nwas easy to be found<\/p>\n
when science met the devil
\nand the devil was embarrassed
\nthe torture and the mayhem
\nand the way that she was harassed
\nthe tiny little cage that she
\nsat in night and day
\nand the wretched food just thrown
\nat her
\nand why had she now to pay?<\/p>\n
such a price and her an angel
\nit just, wasn’t clear
\nbut now they use of restraining chairs
\nwhich creates a lot of fear
\nit was made in fact for prisoners
\nhuman beings who
\nwere violent she’s wasn’t violent
\nreally she let them do<\/p>\n
what they wanted and they were evil
\nthey manhandled her and she
\nwas often bruised and battered
\nand cut too actually
\nshe had to have injections
\nwhich made her vomit blood
\nthey stuck things up her backside
\ninducing quite a flood
\nof mucus from her backside
\noh it pained her so
\nand squirted acids in her eyes
\nthat blinded her you know<\/p>\n
but this restraining chair device
\nwas painful to the extreme
\nthe belts were pulled so very tight
\nwhich almost made her scream
\nthey cut into her groin
\nand tore hair from her back
\nand they shouted their expletives
\nand gave her so much flack<\/p>\n
today it was the electrodes
\nshaved her and attached
\nthem fast to her sore head
\nwhich afterwards they patched
\nsleep became impossible
\nwith the throbbing ache and pain
\nand she had started shaking
\nshe so clearly under strain<\/p>\n
and in that bloody torture chair
\nthey would pinch her they would scratch
\nthey would throw cold water over her
\nand sometimes would attach
\nrubber bands and tighten them
\ntight around her chest
\na sort of belt like tourniquet
\nthat was another test<\/p>\n
it left her legs numb and her toes
\npainful every time
\nshe had to be an angel
\nfor no other soul could climb
\nback from this emotion this state
\nof utter woe
\nand come back to a measly cage
\nand truthfully just know<\/p>\n
the experiments were getting
\nmore complex every day
\nmore painful and more stressful
\nand it seemed to be the way
\nthings when it got harder
\nand harder till of course
\ninvasive surgery began
\nall carried by force<\/p>\n
when you purchase all your
\ncreams and potions mostly
\nthey
\nare tested on us primates
\nand they injure us each day
\nwe suffer we bleed we urinate
\nin agony each day
\nbecause they want to test your shit
\non us that’s what they say<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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