Remember these are victims
\nOf rape and kidnap, they
\nAre treated by our squalor
\nAnd our murderous display<\/p>\n
We are the thinking caring sentient
\nBeings so to say
\nBut we drink their milk and force their hand
\nTill the poor souls pass away<\/p>\n
Our total lack of conscience
\nAnd disingenuousness
\nThe injustice of each beating
\nAnd we do not care a less<\/p>\n
We scoff down creamy chocolate
\nAnd enjoy the ploughman’s lunch
\nWe turn away from their bleating
\nAnd we will not count each punch<\/p>\n
These little babies crying
\nDrooling feeling sick
\nThe farmers are a bunch of shits
\nOn baby calves they pick<\/p>\n
Their fight and punch and slap
\nAnd kick
\nThis is what they do
\nEke out their frustration
\nAnd cruelty rings true<\/p>\n
They appear in self denial
\nCorrupted it astounds
\nDouble dealing good for nothing
\nMiserable violent clowns<\/p>\n
Ugly indefensible
\nin everything they do
\nCram them into tiny crates
\nChained up egregiously too<\/p>\n
The way their legs are forced under them
\nIts totally unkind
\nIt doesn’t achieve anything
\nExcept they lose their mind<\/p>\n
Much quicker they cannot believe
\nHow seriously underhand
\nThe human being tends to become
\nWho works now on the land<\/p>\n
Watch the babies eye balls
\nRotating out of their sockets
\nClearly suffering immense stress
\nIf only there were pockets<\/p>\n
Of resistance they could go to
\nInstead its improbity
\nThe stress of being cramped up in a box
\nYou have to see<\/p>\n
It now to believe it
\nThey move in ugly ways
\nClearly full on suffering
\nInnocence now pays<\/p>\n
A high price just to be here
\nSome stuck there on the floor
\nLying in their excrement
\nThey cannot move anymore<\/p>\n
Mucus dripping from their noses
\nFrom their mouths we see
\nBlood snd snot and sticky discharge
\nThey must want to free<\/p>\n
Themselves of what is hell on earth
\nTorture and vivid pain
\nAnd as they try to rest a little
\nThey are beaten up again<\/p>\n
These men they want shooting
\nIf you look into their eyes
\nThey are violence personified
\nTheir mouths are full of lies<\/p>\n
Bashing a sick baby
\nCan you imagine that
\nSlapping their face its a disgrace!
\nAnd they don’t even bat<\/p>\n
An eyelid thats the farming mob
\nThese babies suffer so
\nAnd death it is so brutal
\nIn the firing line they know<\/p>\n
Bang!
\nAnd blood is pouring from their noses
\nSweeping their heads and a trail of bood as well
\nWe gave them a life of abject evil
\nThe meat trade is a dark excuse for hell<\/p>\n
These are babies remember little babies
\nTheir innocence is all that they can claim
\nIn a sorry state but clearly with a date
\nDeath is around the corner yea the same<\/p>\n
And expletives from these ugly filthy ruffians
\nMore slaps more kicks more blows
\nThats All you do
\nIs watch these babies shy away
\nAnd try to just escape
\nAnd this goes on and on and on its true<\/p>\n
If you are one of the sentients
\nWho eat veal
\nOr drink milk then this lesson is from me
\nThe milk you help to steal from out of these
\nPoor babies mouths
\nWill come back soon to sicken you you will see<\/p>\n
So do not blame the universe
\nAnd all the sad excuses
\nYou are guilty like many souls before
\nIts in your juices<\/p>\n
As you guzzle down the creamy dreamy pus ridden
\nCow juice
\nYou completely fuck your organs up
\nAnd really thats for sure<\/p>\n
Your skin will throw off all those fatty globules
\nYou will age a lot before your time
\nGood riddance i
\nSay to you
\nyou are selfish and unfeeling
\nOpen your ears and listen
\nTO those poor calves
\nYes boo <\/p>\n
Screaming from their bellies
\nIn a hopeless world where they
\nCome here to be tortured
\nAnd kicked around all day<\/p>\n
And we call that a life
\nThose beatings rape and kidnapped states
\nWe shut our ears
\nWe wont share their fears
\nAnd care nothing of those dates<\/p>\n
That mark the end of creation
\nWhen they are shit to death
\nSo we can steal yea all their milk
\nAnd deny them breath<\/p>\n
Written on a cold night in Hotel Anno
\nIn Almere in the Netherlands.
\nRoom 25 a room above a night club<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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