You can feel all her frustration
\nAnd the hatred it is real
\nThese torturers who battered her
\nNo one can conceal
\nBullet after bullet
\nHer eyes still everywhere
\nFeeling the human agony
\nThe torment and despair<\/p>\n
For years she had been beaten
\nThe bull hooks did the trick
\nSmashed into her arthritic legs
\nThey had made her sick
\nTheir tongue lashing behaviour
\nAs they cast their evil eye
\nOn her chained inside their shed
\nWishing she could die<\/p>\n
The circus is a horror story
\nFor every working soul
\nA matriarch that suffers
\nForever in a role
\nOf being threatened daily
\nOf being slashed around
\nKicked and hooked and beaten
\nWhose spirit is being ground<\/p>\n
Down each day until it cannot go on
\nAnymore
\nThe pain the sick intention
\nIt’s as if they are in a war
\nNot fed not watered and on top of that
\nBeaten and chained until
\nFinally that fucking straw
\nThe last piece and you kill<\/p>\n
You run amok you can take no more
\nAnd those trainers are going to feel
\nYour wrath their path is over
\nTheir death is very real
\nYou tread down on their existence
\nLike broken dolls they roll
\nHeadless spineless puppets
\nRewarded for their soul<\/p>\n
Then it’s purest madness
\nYou know you will die
\nThey will shoot you off this earth
\nWith tears drenched in each eye
\nTyke is going to get it
\nTyke is going to feel
\nThe policeman’s rotten bullets
\nThat will soon reveal<\/p>\n
She can not go on and on
\nTaking the beating she
\nBroke, she broke her cover
\nAnd ran down those she could see
\nShe took her revenge on them
\nHer retribution for
\nThe hours of beating she had received
\nAnd she wouldn’t take anymore<\/p>\n
Shot down in the street she was
\nShe crashed down on a car
\nNot before killing a number of arses
\nWe now know who they are
\nWe felt the tremendous anger
\nWe understood her woe
\nThose humans that had tortured her
\nWere part of her end show<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
You can feel all her frustration And the hatred it is real These torturers who battered her No one can conceal Bullet after bullet Her eyes still everywhere Feeling the human agony The torment and despair For years she had … Continue reading