A white dress and boots
\nStood there in the sun
\nA big ram hung swinging
\nLook what she’s done
\nStripping the skin
\nAnd the wool of his back
\nStood on his head
\nSo under attack
\nShe is the hunter
\nWho doesn’t care less
\nShe gets off on killing
\nOn causing them stress
\nShe says they are not sentients
\nNo feelings at all
\nShe’s describing herself now
\nWell that is her call<\/p>\n
She needs a beating
\nA flogging yes too
\nInflicting this agony
\nIs what they do
\nShe has to realise
\nWhat she does there
\nIs abominable
\nAnd filled with despair<\/p>\n
She is just darkness
\nA maiden of death
\nBegrudging the animals
\nSharing our breath
\nHer bloody bones
\nAre the rankest ghost girl
\nWe should goblinize her
\nAnd bloody well hurl<\/p>\n
Her vile ugly body
\nInto the abyss
\nWhere the devil won’t miss her
\nI am not taking the piss
\nThe animal kingdom
\nHave much love around
\nA devotion and amorousness
\nI have found<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A white dress and boots Stood there in the sun A big ram hung swinging Look what she’s done Stripping the skin And the wool of his back Stood on his head So under attack She is the hunter Who … Continue reading