Purity and morality
\nSadly don’t exist
\nUnAdulterated
\nMan unkind desist
\nFrom the ultimate of larceny
\nThe theft of life that we
\nThe defilement of the infant
\nIts how it has to be
\nThe grossness and the nastiness
\nWe see the roving eye
\nThe baby dragged out of its warmth
\nWe are it’s actual lie
\nThis is our indecent assault
\nAnd it’s so unclean
\nUnmentionable unquotable
\nUnprintable and obscene<\/p>\n
Unvirtuous and immoral
\nLaunching life today
\nUsing a contraption
\nTo really get ones way
\nTo tear the infant out of
\nThe so called formality
\nTransgression a procession of evil let us say
\nHelping with creation
\nAnd the order of the day<\/p>\n
A total misdemeanour
\nA misfeasance of sorts
\nThe baby is manhandled
\nWe watch what’s in our thoughts
\nThis is her day of reckoning
\nInfliction and the trial
\nNemesis so early on
\nAnd humanities denial<\/p>\n
Dragged into a crate away
\nThe mother cannot see
\nCan’t touch her darling offspring
\nWho lies there tragically
\nAlone it’s eye on heaven
\nThe rainbow bridge away
\nPersecuted and victimised
\nOn her own birthday<\/p>\n
The third degree her torment
\nConfiscatory
\nShe will take the consequences
\nIt’s the way it has to be
\nIt’s her form of punishment
\nA condemned cell where she
\nIs to be forgotten
\nFor her milk is meant for me<\/p>\n
I am the average human being
\nWho is sold the right to steal
\nThe dairy is the mechanism
\nThere is no appeal
\nJust the calf, the baby it’s eyes
\nUpon the moon
\nIt’s heart is beating frantically
\nIt’s death is coming soon<\/p>\n
Nirvana was it’s ultimate
\nSanctity. Till we
\nBecame the godlike super force
\nThe actual infamy
\nThat truly j special richness
\nNeeded for the infant to survive
\nWas to be our whitener
\nIn the coffee of the live<\/p>\n
Was to be our ploughman
\nIn the pubs down any street
\nWas to be our frozen cream
\nTo off set the suns heat
\nWas to be nutrition
\nThe rendition of the thief
\nWas to be the larcenist
\nWhich is beyond belief<\/p>\n
The mother she is laden
\nWith the udders of the soul
\nConnected to the apparatus
\nFor her only role
\nIs to the immediacy
\nOf kidnap and beyond
\nOf fattening the human child
\nWhose gut becomes the pond<\/p>\n
The mother becomes mechanised
\nHer colostrum she has lost
\nHer baby is now dying
\nThat pint you drink has cost
\nThe mother and her baby
\nThe most tragic steal we know
\nThe godlessness of insanity
\nThe everlasting flow<\/p>\n
Hathor is the goddess
\nWho stands serene and strong
\nStaring at the farmyard
\nKnowing all is wrong
\nHearing that poor little calf
\nCrying out for breath
\nSucking in the chemicals
\nAnd finding her new death
\nThis is life she questions
\nWhy so short and why
\nThe milk of human kindness
\nHas actually run dry<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Purity and morality Sadly don’t exist UnAdulterated Man unkind desist From the ultimate of larceny The theft of life that we The defilement of the infant Its how it has to be The grossness and the nastiness We see the … Continue reading