What could be more awful
\nthan knowing you are going to be
\nmurdered, you can hear your friends
\ndying painfully
\nyou try somehow to blot it out
\nbut the screams are far too near
\nyou loved that cow
\nwho went in before you
\noh my God now how<\/p>\n
could anyone have killed her
\nshe was lovely, and she
\nhad only just given birth this week
\nand now how can it be
\nhow can these human bastards
\neven dare to be
\nin the same place as our friends
\nso iniquitous and free<\/p>\n
so vile and dastardly
\nsenseless sods
\ncallous ugly troll like shits
\ncreating massive rods
\nfor all their backs
\nwhich hopefully will way them down
\nand cripple them for good
\nfor what they do to the innocent
\nwho were misunderstood<\/p>\n
we wait in line those awful sounds
\nand the blood that starts to flow
\nour friends who went before us
\nof course, of course we know
\nwe are next our hearts will be, torn out
\none by one
\nthe bastards in there are at it
\nit isn’t any fun
\nI am shaking in my soul
\nas those chains are rattling, I
\nknow the time is drawing fast
\nwhen I too have to die
\nI love the sky and sun shine
\nI love the cooling rain
\nI love the taste of water
\nI hate the fear of pain
\nhelp me! help me! save me!
\nI do not want to die
\nI really love just being here
\nthat prod ouch!
\nouch its high
\ntime
\nI moved I am trying to turn around
\nand run
\nget back in some green green field
\nand look up at the sun
\nbut you lot do not love me
\nyou lot do not care
\nyou lot you can turn around
\nyou lot are not aware
\nI am here
\nI am frightened
\nI do not want to die
\nwhy is it you are killing me
\nwhy oh why oh why!<\/p>\n
can you feel my fear and anguish
\nmy wretchedness and woe
\nhow can I write with streaming eyes
\nas I watch each cow now go
\nthrough those swinging metal doors
\nand hear that awful bang
\nand listen to them dying
\nthe snorts the cries as they hang
\nrocking on the gantry
\nshaking for all their worth
\nblood is pouring all over
\nall over planet earth<\/p>\n
rivers of its are flowing
\nfemales being killed
\nmen are slashing through their throats
\nand bathing in what’s spilled
\nwhere do those butchers end up
\nin another females bed
\nspilling out their filthy lies
\nas our blood pours on their head
\nand soaks into their ears and eyes
\nand hair
\nour guts and snot
\nthese men are heartless killing us
\nbut they say that such love they’ve got<\/p>\n
they cut our hocks off hack them off
\nsmirking grinning shits
\nwe’re still alive you ass holes
\nwhilst you cut us into bits
\nwe piss ourselves in agony
\nby this time we realise
\nhope didn’t spring eternal
\nas another of us dies
\nand another and another
\nand another that’s all day
\nrivers of blood are flowing
\nas each sweet soul does pay<\/p>\n
Each time you eat your steak you rotters
\nremember what we go through to make it possible<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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