Just a small farm
\nwhere Milton might
\nSee Paradise lost
\nAnd all that in spite
\nOf that soul who was loving
\nLife clearly its need
\nTo escape to be off
\nJust to try and succeed<\/p>\n
Its just a small farm
\nA rosy cheeked pair
\nAs wicked as hell
\nCreating despair
\nSinfulness You feel it
\nCarnivores tend
\nTo look the other way
\nAnd then try to defend<\/p>\n
For me the depravity
\nIt was a crime
\nBlood really everywhere
\nIt took some time
\nOn its feet on their boots
\nFighting for breath
\nTransfusion its roots
\nThe soul wants to lap
\nIt just wants a chance
\nSadly in the throes of its
\nDeathly dance<\/p>\n
Of course its ok
\nIts not actual harm
\nThe reason of course
\nIts just a small farm
\nThis wondrous life force
\nA miracle soul
\nAn angel in pain
\nBeing ridden
\nA role
\nThe women is trying
\nHard to curtail
\nBut the goats desperation
\nMeans the women did fail<\/p>\n
Two of them at it
\nWith onlookers there
\nSeeing and hearing the rumpus
\nAware
\nThey may be next
\nBut its just a small farm
\nWhen the murdering couple
\nEnsure theres no harm<\/p>\n
The air is just loaded
\nWith innocent fear
\nThe ululation for me it is clear
\nThe wailing the blubbering
\nThe heaving breast
\nThe moaning the groaning
\nI have to detest<\/p>\n
The evil before me
\nThe pain and the grief
\nJust a small farm
\nIt beggars belief
\nA weakening state
\nThe goat on the floor
\nHe cuts at its throat
\nAnd its moves
\nHe was sure<\/p>\n
What a brave warrior
\nStartled was he
\nHis victim just moved
\nForbiddingly
\nSuffering so much
\nAn odious scene
\nA butt-ugly demon
\nA fucking has been<\/p>\n
Then a great chop
\nThe poor soul fell
\nThe greatest obscenity
\nThe worst kind of spell
\nBlatant and gaudy
\nVulgar and loud
\nSunk in despair
\nOh he just looked so proud<\/p>\n
As punch what a scum bag
\nThe fearsome a veil
\nOf blood lust and dread
\nBrought an end to this tale
\nThe camera rolling
\nOthers behind
\nTrembling and quaking
\nSo clearly defined<\/p>\n
Having been vegan
\nFor so many years
\nChoked up was I
\nFeeling the tears
\nRun down my cheeks
\nTheir composure and all
\nJust a matter of course
\nWith the calm of the stall<\/p>\n
The attitude haughty
\nIt was all an affront
\nThis was no life force
\nJust a bit of a runt
\nJust so much repugnance
\nA loathing as well
\nThat goat was in Heaven
\nThe farmer in Hell<\/p>\n
So nauseating revolting to see
\nTo take on the death cries
\nThe anguish for me
\nSpiteful and vicious
\nSullen and wrong
\nJust a small farm
\nWhere No soul does belong<\/p>\n
Such menace a forethought
\nThe heartlessness there
\nMinus compassion
\nNo one to care
\nTheir kilo of flesh
\nNo quarter did they
\nGive or suggest
\nAt the end of the day<\/p>\n
It all was just wrong
\nAn unwarranted act
\nIt was iniquitous
\nSo matter of fact
\nA disgrace to be human
\nWrong from the start
\nUnpardonable
\nFor me off the chart<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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