Gressingham Ducks
\n8 millions souls
\nAre dispatched to Heaven
\nEach in their roles
\nTheir sacredness ending
\nAs blue coated sods
\nAs the RED TRACTOR rumbles
\nWe pray to our gods
\nAs ducks from the waters edge
\nWe can proclaim
\nThis slaughterhouse
\nYou now know it by name
\nIts a terribly dark evil
\nShit hole and we
\nIn all honesty pray hard
\nThat we can be free<\/p>\n
Mankind yes they call themselves kind
\nWhat a sin
\nEmploying these robotic arse oles
\nThe din
\nIt comes from machinery and from their gobs
\nWe victims remain quiet
\nThough one or two sobs<\/p>\n
Are heard by the sensitives
\nBut here there are few
\nMost are just demons
\nWho live their lives through
\nWho profit from death
\nFrom torture and pain
\nWho look into our eyes
\nAgain and again<\/p>\n
But they only see
\nNothing at all
\nBut we see their hearts
\nDried and withered
\nTheir call
\nExpletives they use
\nAbusers they be
\nAt Gressingham Suffolk
\nSo much misery<\/p>\n
The bloody red tractors
\nSupposedly say
\nThat the farms where we came from
\nAre heavenly, they
\nLie through their back teeth
\nTheir sore eyes alas
\nDon\u2019t see the agony
\nWe feel enmasse<\/p>\n
Onwards and upwards
\nAlive and on show
\nFrightened to bits
\nHung up on a flow
\nOf birds Knowing woefully
\nThey will soon be
\nSent to the market
\nFor people to see<\/p>\n
The foul scent of death
\nIt hangs in the air
\nWe share others blood
\nIt just goes everywhere
\nWe do have hearts
\nWe do have souls
\nWe do have thought
\nIndividual roles<\/p>\n
Yes we are birds
\nMade by your same God
\nMost live and die
\nAlone on our tod
\nUnloved disrespected
\nAnd murdered like this
\nInto the scald tank
\nYes humans bliss<\/p>\n
At roasting our corpses
\nAnd our rotting meat
\n8 million souls wasted
\nCreating your treat
\nFor you human carnivores
\nWondering why
\nAfter eating our bodies
\nYou just need to lie<\/p>\n
Down feeling sick
\nWell perhaps now you will
\nRealise why you are feeling
\nSo ill
\nInside your intestines
\nThe woeful remains
\nOf beautiful souls
\nAnd god went to great pains<\/p>\n
To create the miracle
\nOf life and you
\nTook upon yourselves
\nTo do what you do
\nGressingham yea
\nit rolls off the tongue
\nEach time you hear it
\nRemember we are hung<\/p>\n
Tortured and left
\nTo die in this way
\nAnd Watch out the red tractor
\nYes they display
\nIts stands for something
\nThough god knows what it be
\nWe think and we feel
\nand we love constantly<\/p>\n
We have relations we love to be
\nAlive in the water of life
\nBelieve me
\n8 million sensitives
\nMurdered a flood
\nOf spirit of caring
\nOf our vital blood
\nThat runs down the walls
\nAnd into the drain
\nMaking more and more of you
\nCompletely insane<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Gressingham Ducks 8 millions souls Are dispatched to Heaven Each in their roles Their sacredness ending As blue coated sods As the RED TRACTOR rumbles We pray to our gods As ducks from the waters edge We can proclaim This … Continue reading