Chop up the mint leaves
\nAnd mix with the vinegar
\nSugar to taste all is ready to go
\nOff to the slaughterhouse
\nWhere groups of Lambs
\nStolen from their mothers
\nClearly they know<\/p>\n
Each sequence before them
\nThe sounds and the voices
\nThese are small babies
\nLeft with no choices
\nBut to gaze at their friends
\nBeing slaughtered right now
\nShackled and shocked
\nIn a place we should bow<\/p>\n
Down to their god
\nFor what we are now doing
\nSo we can partake of their flesh
\nAnd their skin
\nListening to them bleating
\nHear them when you are eating
\nFor you all of you
\nAre committing a sin<\/p>\n
Those babies are frightened
\nThey were so enlightened
\nWith their dear mothers
\nMentored a while
\nThen kidnapped and taken
\nTo help us awaken
\nOur senses these babies
\nWe need to defile<\/p>\n
Hung on the gantry
\nDancing and blinking
\nStaring on down to the trough
\nAnd their own
\nBlood filling rapidly
\nMy heart is sinking
\nThese slaughter men
\nWhy are they not thinking?<\/p>\n
One after the other
\nLife is denied them
\nThroats slashed skin pulled
\nOver their head
\nEars and heads binned
\nAfter we have sinned
\nAnd all of those
\nBabies
\nAre of course dead<\/p>\n
They were fresh like the daisies
\nPosies of joy
\nSlaughtered for your dear enjoyment
\nEmploy
\nThese vile slaughter men
\nAnd the butchers as well
\nAnd of course all of you
\nWho were still born in Hell<\/p>\n
Have you ate Lamb this year
\nAre you one of those
\nWho cant watch these films
\nFor what they now pose
\nExtreme terror and Horror
\nThat your guts include
\nThese little souls
\nThis little brood<\/p>\n
Lets hang our heads down
\nLets think for a while
\nAll those sweet babies
\nDare we reconcile
\nTheir agony as we decided to buy
\nlamb from the butcher
\nNow hearing more cry<\/p>\n
i cannot believe that friends
\nThat I know
\nCould be guilty of this
\nYou would not let them grow
\nYou slaughter them early
\nYou heartless vile sods
\nBest sleep while you can
\nAnd beware of their GODS<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Chop up the mint leaves And mix with the vinegar Sugar to taste all is ready to go Off to the slaughterhouse Where groups of Lambs Stolen from their mothers Clearly they know Each sequence before them The sounds and … Continue reading