With a rifle in your holdall
\nAnd some bullets in your case
\nYou go out at the weekends
\nWith a smile upon your face
\nOff into the forest
\nA wild dark place where you
\nWill turn a living paradise
\nInto a death camp, few
\nWill ever come to terms with how you see
\nYour life pan out
\nHow your mind is twisted
\nHow you live with doubt
\nAnd why it is your purpose
\nTo murder another soul
\nTo threaten another species
\nAnd to take control<\/p>\n
Why not take a camera
\nThen all our eyes can see
\nWhat you found and what you saw
\nYou can tweet it rapidly
\nShare it with the world at large
\nAnd leave it just to be
\nWhere it was when you saw it
\nThats realitY for me<\/p>\n
But no you load that rifle
\nWith steel bullets
\nAnd you aim
\nDirectly at a creature
\nWhose heart beats just the same
\nWhose thoughts are of the future
\nOf its family maybe near
\nYou close one eye and pull, the trigger
\nAnd send your message. Fear
\nThe fear of true destruction
\nThe fear of loss of life
\nIts what you do at weekends
\nFill their world with strife<\/p>\n
And for what
\nWhat is the message
\nWhy is the need to kill
\nTo destroy another’s habitat
\nJust for your cheap thrill
\nYou listen as it cries out
\nAnd leaps into the brush
\nThe bullet slams into its back
\nAnd turns its wound to mush<\/p>\n
Its agony is evident
\nIt turns towards the light
\nAnd sees You its crap assassin
\nA twisted violent sprite
\nWho came purely to hunt it down
\nAnd slaughter it at will
\nTo give it that emotion
\nThat finality that chill<\/p>\n
You were pitiless and mercilessly
\nUnconsoling and so hard
\nYou gave no quarter its pound of flesh
\nAnd its reason to be scarred
\nWith no sense of obligation
\nYou ungrateful mortal sod
\nYou exacted retribution
\nAnd will be rewarded by their god<\/p>\n
Each animal has a god to which it
\nReceives protection and
\nYou will now be tracked down
\nThough you might not understand
\nHow whatever happens
\nIs related to this death
\nThe law of absolute karma
\nWill one day see your breath
\nMuch harder to come by
\nYou will struggle and you will fight
\nAnd see this creatures dying face before you in the night<\/p>\n
Hunters get their just rewards
\nIn fact they always do
\nTheir psychopathic imbalances
\nWill one day come to screw
\nThemselves into a dark cold place
\nA swamp of no return
\nAnd in the peat borne waters
\nOf course each one does burn<\/p>\n
For the unfairness they pursued in life
\nA just reward is theirs
\nThey overstepped their place in life
\nThey can offer up their prayers
\nBut nobody will hear them
\nNobody at all
\nWhen they all lost their humility
\nThey lost the right to call<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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