It has been a life of squalor
\nTotal misery and pain
\nTortured and raped my babies kidnapped
\nTime and time again
\nEmotionally I am wasted
\nAnd as frightened as I can be
\nWaiting for the slaughter truck
\nTo come and collect me<\/p>\n
Out of this fucking factory
\nFor once I see the sun
\nA blue sky up above me
\nI know my life is done
\nAnd you know I do feel healthy
\nAnd have no wish to die
\nBut some supermarket wants my flesh
\nThis is the reason why<\/p>\n
Someone else unrelated
\nCan decide when I must die
\nSo as you fucking humans
\nCan put me in your pie
\nRoast me in your oven
\nBoil me in your pot
\nYou decide when I must die
\nAnd I don’t like that a lot<\/p>\n
All our life is taken from us
\nOur milk, our skin, our meat
\nYou make me work just like a slave
\nWith lousy food to eat
\nDirty rotten water
\nA house that smells like hell
\nAnd now I am off to the slaughterhouse
\nA place I hate as well<\/p>\n
I have this vile revulsion
\nI have nightmares about this place
\nIt is an abomination
\nSuch a dark disgrace
\nA lot of real ill feeling
\nAbout the people there
\nThe murdering scum forever numb
\nAll terribly unaware
\nOf the kind of pain they put us through
\nIts abhorrent to me
\nTo feel spurned by the farmers
\nI am sure you would agree<\/p>\n
This is life the only life I ever
\nCan expect
\nAnd I am slave of the monster race
\nAnd their virus does infect
\nMe right down to my lowest thoughts
\nAnd right up to my brain
\nHuman beings are repellant
\nAnd bloody insane
\nAny chance to harm us
\nThey belt us with a broom
\nA shovel or perhaps a stick
\nAnd enter my womb
\nWith arms and sticks such pressure
\nSuch evil it’s not fair
\nNo respect for female cows
\nIt really drives us spare<\/p>\n
And here we are at the abattoir
\nIt’s a great big ghastly place
\nVery smelly you feel the blood
\nIt’s straight in your face
\nIt’s like a mist the taste is there
\nOf others animals who
\nHave been killed and their essence
\nIs now all over you
\nThat’s the psychic messages
\nThen there’s the sounds we hear
\nThe screams the guttural remonstrations
\nThat induce each tear
\nWe are not ones, for crying
\nBut all that background sound
\nGets into your heart strings
\nAnd your bloody nearly drowned<\/p>\n
Then there’s the smell of dying
\nCan you imagine that
\nThe juices and the fear itself
\nEach knows where they are at
\nThey shit themselves a token left
\nBehind, that last discharge
\nThe stench of death is everywhere
\nThat’s when it’s very large
\nIn your thought it’s happening
\nHoisted on one leg
\nUp you go the gantry creaks
\nIt’s as if you want to beg
\nFront legs they tie together
\nOn the powerful chain
\nAnd there you hang and rock a bit
\nThat’s when you know it’s all in vain<\/p>\n
You remember all your children’s faces
\nYou carried them after all
\nYou saw them for a fleeting time
\nWhen they came to call
\nSo you remember each of them
\nYou remember their last cries
\nAs they were hauled away from you
\nAnd especially the guys
\nWere then stomped on in front of you
\nYou saw your babies die
\nYou heard their bones crack painfully
\nAnd of course asked yourself why<\/p>\n
And now it’s your time, your time
\nThey hose down all the blood
\nAnother cow was hanging where you are hanging
\nWhere you are hanging and her blood
\nRushed out like a torrent, all over the wall
\nAll that life force all that qi
\nReleased by that violent ghoul<\/p>\n
A last growl for humanity
\nIt comes out really rough
\nThe chains are creaking all about
\nAlready there’s enough
\nFear around to shit yourself
\nBut somehow you hold it in
\nUpside down I am upside down
\nAnd your
\nfucking world looks grim<\/p>\n
I remember the love I felt for my
\nCalves if only fleetingly
\nEach one had that peculiar gait
\nAnd a massive love for me
\nIt’s strange how a mother feels it
\nBut you do you know it’s right
\nThis is what I remembered
\nAs he turned off my light<\/p>\n
My eyes were rolling everywhere
\nTaking in the last
\nMoments of my existence
\nNow that my dye was cast
\nThe ghoul was honing up his blade
\nI expected the worst
\nAnd he shoved the blade up under me
\nAnd my whole throat it just burst<\/p>\n
The pain it was excruciating
\nThe blood hot from my soul
\nGushed out with tremendous force
\nOut of this great hole
\nCarrying flesh and sinew
\nThe sound was really vile
\nI could hear myself now dying
\nAnd that’s hard to reconcile<\/p>\n
The haughtiness of this monster
\nThis human at my feet
\nWielding a stainless weapon
\nOne of the masked elite
\nA cockiness a brashness
\nWhistling away
\nAnd there I was spread eagled
\nIn an advanced stage so they say<\/p>\n
Opened to the elements
\nStill slightly aware
\nMost of my blood had left me
\nMost of it I did share
\nWith the floor the walls the ceiling
\nThe ghoul who stood below
\nHe had caught some of it
\nWhen it started to flow<\/p>\n
These ghouls they love destruction
\nThe execution phase
\nYou can see it on their faces
\nIt’s with them all their days
\nThe final stroke they love it
\nMy last cough the last breath
\nThese bastards they are joyous
\nThat they have cause our death
\nthe fusillade of spattering
\nThe shambles of the soul
\nExposing all my inner parts
\nFor them truly their goal
\nHomicidal maniacs
\nBloody thirsty deviants they
\nAre no different from the vultures
\nWho tear the flesh away<\/p>\n
Behind the walls of sin
\nWe hang our shadows always there
\nOur productive cycle lost and gone
\nIn the filthy air
\nOnce a feminist in form
\nNow a limbless lump
\nI bet they feel so manly
\nAs they sexually dump<\/p>\n
Our hearts our lungs our sexual organs
\nInto their bloodied bin
\nThese surgeons out of hell itself
\nThese rotten men of sin
\nSlicing through our precious skin
\nInto our inner soul
\nEcstatic at our passing
\nHaving taken the role<\/p>\n
And soon no doubt you carnivores
\nWill choose me off some tray
\nIn the supermarket where you live
\nNot far away
\nSee my flesh my inner workings
\nWaiting there for you
\nTo get your teeth and your fleshy tongue
\nTo taste my flavour to<\/p>\n
To fill your guts with what I was
\nTo suck upon my bone
\nAnd feel the fat soon congregate
\nOn your organs, to groan
\nCow like as you climb the stairs
\nTo reach your evening meal
\nCarrying the flesh of mine
\nOnly you know how that does feel<\/p>\n
Dead to the world the maggots rise
\nTo chomp their way through me
\nAnd now you too must share each course
\nWith the bloated grubs who be
\nResident inside my flesh already waiting there
\nAnd now the heat will melt their fat
\nBut you will not be aware<\/p>\n
You will add the ketchup and spicy sauce
\nThe gravy and the salt
\nAnd all of that will mask the tastes
\nYou will not cry or halt
\nThe digestion of my body
\nThe maggots and my blood
\nMy death is but a memory
\nCaught in the morning flood<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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