50 million hearts
\nand 50 million souls
\nlost to all Humanity
\nclearly some are poles
\napart from the reality
\nof what life’s put here for
\nImagine for a moment
\nhow tragic is this
\nWar<\/p>\n
if war took 50 million
\nour world would so regret
\nbut we can do it
\nevery year
\nand why create this debt
\nthis karmic debt
\nso we can wear
\ntheir dead skins on our backs
\naround our collars
\non our boots
\nand we say to relax<\/p>\n
forgetting 35 or so
\nanimals would die
\nto make a coat
\nto clothe us
\na figure that’s so high
\nThey’re hung up
\non a nail somewhere
\nand slowly they are killed
\n35 young wives will scream
\ndeath by the unskilled<\/p>\n
its family loss immeasurable
\nfor it harms the children too
\nwho grow up without fathers
\nand this means nothing, to you?
\nyou feeble brained disasters
\ncoughing up the cash
\nto put an end to innocence
\nas assassins then will bash
\nthe day lights out of wild folk
\nstrips them of their skin
\nand watch them shake and shiver
\nlet their hellish dance begin<\/p>\n
those bred in captivity
\nare prisoners of course
\ncaged in vile conditions
\nand suffering remorse
\nsickened to be separated
\nfrom their wild domain
\nand fed on measly carrion
\nwhich is driving them insane
\nround and round their tiny cages
\nbiting on the bars
\nbashing themselves silly
\ncreating their own stars
\nsores and scars now haunt them
\nmaggots too, may taste
\nthe sepsis that they carry
\nas rapidly as they waste<\/p>\n
kept out in the cold
\nso as to promote thicker hair
\nthis is man, the monster
\nare his women aware?
\nare his, kid’s realizing
\nwhere the money that he makes
\ncomes from torturing animals
\nand watching as
\ntheir heart break’s<\/p>\n
50 million corpses
\nthe figure blows my mind
\nso we can walk about and show off
\ndead skins and just find
\nsomething in our psyche
\nthat’s sets us up to be
\nthinking we are angels
\nin such vile adversity<\/p>\n
they will scoff and argue
\nfor them its what does pay
\nwhy could one of those
\nnot be an angel for a day?
\nand cut the nets and let us run
\ninto the forest where
\nwe could comes to terms with life
\nand everything that’s there
\ntrucks loads of unfortunates
\nbehind the nets do try
\nthey realize the imminence
\nof death and wonder why<\/p>\n
their preciousness
\nis lost on men
\nprepared soon just to be
\npart of the equation
\nfor the, sick fur industry<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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