The appearence of curly woolly
\nBabies innocent angels in every way
\n6 weeks or so into their life
\nBouncing souls who play
\nIn the grassy meadows
\nWhere the milk witches fly
\nTheir golden teeth are open
\nTo Oestra from on high<\/p>\n
They be a revelation
\nIn the scheme of things
\nSuch an impact on our children
\nAnd If they had tiny wings
\nThey would be called angels
\nBut alas were born to be
\nLambs fit for YOUR table
\nTo be slaughtered mercilessly<\/p>\n
Behold the panorama
\nOut of their fresh born eyes
\nA kaleidescope of colours
\nTheir great EASTER prize
\nTheir ruminative progression
\nCut short by the day
\nThat the average human
\nWants to eat
\nLAMB on Easter Day<\/p>\n
A tiny infant day dreaming
\nIs collected by the man
\nThe farmer the great harmer
\nWho throws them in his van
\nProbably busting little legs
\nAnd bruising their tiny feet
\nHe is after selling them
\nFor they make such tender meat<\/p>\n
The riches of the human unkind
\nManifest today
\nIts easter lets all go to church
\nAnd eat lamb right away
\nMurder these tiny infants
\nRoast them hear their bleats
\nChop up some mint sauce and dress
\nTheir flesh,for the elites<\/p>\n
All know what is good for them
\nThe flesh and blood of lamb
\nHow spiteful to the innocent
\nListen now I am
\nOne of them now being forced
\nTo walk the ghastly plank
\nSubjected to electric prodding
\nYes its truly rank<\/p>\n
Life was ours such purity
\nThe greenest grass around
\nBut your fat guts were calling
\nAnd I it seems was bound
\nTo be part of your digestion
\nIn the sticky murky gut
\nTo drown in all your squalor
\nAnd, no longer strut<\/p>\n
My stuff with my dear mother
\nEat clover by the pound
\nLook up at the blue sky
\nFor I am not around
\nThey cut my throat Halal style
\nAnd I was forced to bleed
\nOut its running down the walls
\nThanks to you INDEED!<\/p>\n
A moment in your acidic mouth
\nA lifetime on your hips
\nDo you think of babies
\nAs you open your coarse lips
\nAnd push my flesh onto your tongue
\nAnd chew me and swallow
\nAll I hope is it fucking chokes you
\nYea well now you know!<\/p>\n
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