Someone has to do the job
\nstep up to the plate
\nlook into the creatures eyes
\nand let them know their fate
\nsee them dawdling shock them
\nforce them to their death
\nshock them kick them brutalize them
\nquickly steal their breath<\/p>\n
wake up every morning
\nkiss the wife farewell
\ncatch the bus to where you work
\nand realise its Hell
\nleave your heart behind somewhere
\nand then collect your pain
\nyour agony your sickness
\nand experience it again<\/p>\n
the fearful flight of fancy
\nwhen you wrap up in your whites
\nyou put your filthy gauntlets on
\nand turn on all the lights
\nyou get your blade made ready
\nand in come victims and they
\nyou dispatch them, one by one
\nthat’s what you do all day<\/p>\n
anyone who works there
\ndegenerates real fast
\nsome enjoy the killing
\nthey find that its a blast
\nand take it out on all these souls
\nand hurt them if they can
\nothers are just brain dead
\ntheir life went down the pan<\/p>\n
maybe for some other reason
\ntheir empty loner types
\neating meat like crazy
\nand dishing out the swipes
\nreally getting crazier
\nas the weeks pass by
\nand sometimes they do get to you
\nwhen they look you in the eye<\/p>\n
that’s when it can hit home
\nand it can touch the heart
\nbut most just switch off all the time
\nas soon as they start
\nthe cutting and the murder
\nand observe the twitching souls
\ndancing on the rusty chains
\nin various types of roles<\/p>\n
what makes a man
\ndo this job
\nits a man job yes I hear
\nwell I release my status
\nfor killing isn’t near
\nto me and I would never
\npick a blade up and slash
\nthe throat of some sweet innocent
\nI’d have to make a dash<\/p>\n
who works in the slaughterhouse
\nslaughter men of old
\nhearts they most have dried up and gone
\nand their really cold
\nnothing really works for them
\nthe killing just goes on
\nand all they do is kill and kill
\ntill all the souls are gone<\/p>\n
excuses there are many
\nbut really they haven’t any
\nwhat they do they do
\nand that just sees
\nthem through the week
\nthey earn they burn
\nthey turn themselves
\ninto the vile obnoxious souls
\nwhose karmic bank account
\nis badly overdrawn and poles<\/p>\n
apart for they are abusing
\ntheir status in this world
\nactually cutting the life plan
\nof each soul who has been hurled
\nsuddenly into nothingness
\nahead no one can say
\ntheir passing was so stressful
\ntheir bodies eaten right away<\/p>\n
what becomes of broken hearts
\nand bodies cooked and chewed
\nwhat becomes of people who acted
\nand were lewd
\nwith the respect that they were born with
\nbut chose to throw away
\nthese questions I can’t answer
\nits just that they will pay<\/p>\n
a high price as will their employers
\nand the public too who chose
\nto consume the poor cadavers
\nwhose lives Yes they did lose
\ncreation looks unfavourably
\nto the loss of life for she
\nis the mother of creation
\nwhich she will always be<\/p>\n
cutting life short
\nis a vile behaviour
\nwe call it murder and that is
\nthe right
\nword to use to so abuse
\nour station
\nis tantamount to heinous
\nand the might<\/p>\n
of universal principle
\nwill harm those
\nwho take on this destruction
\nfor they must
\npay for all the energy that’s
\nwasted
\nand in a nutshell transformed
\ninto dust<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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