To be so unregretting
\nAnd so unashamed
\nIs Pointing to psychopathy
\nUnreformed and unreclaimed
\nTo abide in one’s error
\nAnd refuse to see the light
\nAnd To not be remorseful
\nAnd so uncontrite<\/p>\n
A streak of such wickedness
\nAnd villainy
\nA conscienceless purchase
\nGrave and deadly
\nEspecially so
\nFor the unspotted were
\nInnocent sheep boys
\nAnd to them we refer<\/p>\n
Playful and gentle
\nAngelic in part
\nAbove suspicion
\nThe softest of heart
\nThey mean no harm
\nThey are honourable souls
\nButchered and cured
\nIn decorative roles<\/p>\n
Three lovely sheep
\nHeads and neck now create
\nThe creepiest chairs
\nFor the vilest of state
\nA constant reminder
\nOf life as it was
\nAnd how it was ended
\nReally because<\/p>\n
Some pitiless person
\nWhose callousness reigns
\nWhose unmoved and tearless
\nIn ones own chains
\nCursed in reality
\nBy a sick mind
\nUnloving of Nature
\nAnd what’s left behind<\/p>\n
An outrageous savagery
\nPut up for sale
\nA chair for to sit one’s backside in
\nA trail
\nThrough the darkest of forest
\nInto the abyss
\nWith one’s arms on the heads
\nSomeone’s taking the piss!<\/p>\n
Big time it’s evil
\nIt just gets to me
\nThe sickest design
\nThat ever could be
\nTo create such an object
\nMust prove beyond doubt
\nTo have done it and offered
\nIt up then the lout<\/p>\n
Caught up in a madness
\nIn the hatred of life
\nIn what is wrong doing
\nA creator of strife
\nFor the cuddly sheep boys
\nWho graze on the hills
\nGraceful and calming
\nThat their blood now spills<\/p>\n
Into one’s boudoir
\nOr bijou perhaps
\nSupporting a tired back
\nA slaughterman slaps
\nThe sweet supple body
\nAnd cuts through its throat
\nLet’s it kick on the gantry
\nA death dance of note<\/p>\n
And why were they sacrificed
\nWho paid their bill
\nThe most weird design
\nFor me it’s no thrill
\nTo imagine the state
\nOf the mind who can say
\nThat by slaughtering innocent sheep
\nIt’s okay<\/p>\n
And to be reminded of the innocence lost
\nTo abuse them of course
\nAnd To know the cost
\nThose sweet lives cut short
\nBy psychopathy
\nBy discriminatory desire
\nWhich should never be<\/p>\n
It’s humiliation
\nMocking the true
\nAn affront to innocence
\nSo clueless to
\nAweless behaviour
\nSo cavalier
\nDespised and disparaged
\nAnd fraught with such fear<\/p>\n
Such a selfish proposal
\nAn egotist sits
\nPossessive of nothing
\nLost in the pits
\nOf time, a sick mercenary
\nHogging the light
\nWhilst the sheep boys
\nAre lost in iniquitous blight<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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