A farmers owned killing house
\nIts In North Wales
\nWhere lambs and sheep
\nWalk the deadliest trails
\nInto the Dead flesh Trade
\nOf the living soul
\nUnprepared truly to take on their role
\nFrom being fresh born lively little souls
\nTo Bedwell Road
\nFor our different roles
\nAfter the journey
\nSome passed on
\nFrom sheer exhaustion
\nYes They had gone<\/p>\n
Its true we are babies
\nWhat would we know
\nWith instinctive memories
\nYes something to show
\nWe do have some feelings
\nAnd Easter\u2019s charm
\nAnd the great storm thats follows
\nOur few hours of calm<\/p>\n
All Forced to travel
\nIn one huge great truck
\nThe many miles
\nAll of that it does suck
\nIts hot and its smelly and its crowded too
\nAnd We so miss our mothers
\nNow wouldn\u2019t you?<\/p>\n
Full on comes the shivering
\nFull on the strain
\nAll this Inattention
\nThen comes the pain
\nUncaring and feckless
\nThe farmers who
\nWere sloppy and slipshod
\nThat much was true<\/p>\n
And the truck it moves off
\nAnd we are thrown about
\nOur Weak little legs
\nWhy is there doubt
\nYou couldnt care less
\nYou Consumers its true
\nWe little souls
\nThough did care about you<\/p>\n
Unheeded and unwanted
\nNo mother to care
\nAll crushed together
\nGoing to where
\nIt says on the ticket
\nTo Bedwell Road
\nWhere ever that is
\nAnd we are the load<\/p>\n
Some of us, were so weak
\nWe Died on the way
\nOur souls went to heaven
\nIs that what they say
\nThe shock and the awe
\nAbandoned like this
\nA few days in the sun
\nWas our token of bliss<\/p>\n
FARMERSFRESH, WALES
\nA hell of a smell
\nDeath reaches our nostrils
\nWe don\u2019t feel that well
\nUncared for unnoticed
\nIs it speculation
\nOur birth and our life
\nWas just to feed the Nation<\/p>\n
They are very rough with us
\nThe uncertainty
\nOf whats going to happen
\nThe obscurity
\nWe have gut reactions
\nThe smells and the cries
\nOur intuitiveness
\nIn our bones, for these guys<\/p>\n
Are rotten and rough with us
\nParochial they
\nShout and they swear
\nThat We must obey
\nTheir ugly persuasion
\nWe are living souls
\nNot just commodities
\nBut With Eternal roles<\/p>\n
Their blistering ignorance
\nIt just comes through
\nThe unenlightened
\nFrom the Dark Ages too
\nJunk food and red meat
\nAnd chemical beer
\nIf this is the future
\nNo wonder our fear<\/p>\n
Is reaching boiling point
\nWe understand
\nThis is a slaughterhouse
\nEverything\u2019s planned
\nWe are getting the chop
\nThe conveyor to HELL
\nAnd we watch each other
\nA frightening spell<\/p>\n
These bastards they ought
\nTo change places and see
\nWhat its like to be witness
\nTo insanity
\nTo the death of a friend
\nOf a brother perhaps
\nSome fall through the side
\nThrough one of the flaps
\nAnd just hang there
\nFrightened
\nGrabbed by a bloke
\nWith vile greasy hair
\nSomeone you\u2019d want to choke<\/p>\n
If you were much stronger
\nAnd able you would
\nBut a tiny baby
\nIt just isn\u2019t good
\nHow God made this miracle
\nThat became you
\nTo be tortured and murdered
\nWhich is what they do<\/p>\n
A pure heart
\nA pure liver
\nWithin us so much
\nA thinking brain
\nWe are all in touch
\nWith are a reality
\nThoughtful we are
\nIn our little world
\nEach of us is a star<\/p>\n
We think and we feel
\nWhat we see makes us sad
\nWe cry tears we do
\nInside here its so bad
\nThey are spiteful
\nUnversed untutored untrained
\nIf we had our way
\nThey would be chained
\nTo a wall and be left
\nAs their families were shown
\nPictures of us
\nAnd how we are thrown
\nAnd made to go to our slaughter
\nMade to watch our friends die
\nKnowing its our turn
\nHeads rolling to lie
\nNear us dead eyes
\nLooking up to the sky
\nWe will be next
\nOur heads will lie
\nCan you imagine
\nJust how this feels
\nOne after another
\nWhat it reveals<\/p>\n
A karmic debt
\nFor the philistine hordes
\nAs they chomp on our flesh
\nA gain their rewards
\nThat Will grow in their bodies
\nIts no fallacy
\nThe error was glooming
\nAnd inside it be<\/p>\n
Consuming babies
\nWho in Heaven were made
\nBy the same God as you
\nAs your memories fade
\nObtuseness and oafishness
\nWill be your way
\nA fatuous pointlessness
\nOn Easter Day<\/p>\n
With your slave traded chocolate eggs
\nAnd kidnapped calves milk
\nYour murderous venture
\nIn the same ilk
\nEggs from the egg trade
\nThat crushed babies too
\nIf they were male they were juiced
\nIts all true<\/p>\n
Have a Happy Easter
\nYour intestines too
\nAs you kill off your bacteria
\nThats what you do
\nHeaven was watching
\nThe same god who made
\nAll of the life forms
\nThat you went and paid<\/p>\n
The Meat Trade
\nThe Egg Trade
\nThe Slave Traders who
\nKidnap village children
\nIn Africa, you
\nCondone all their evil
\nBy buying cacao
\nAt ridiculous prices
\nWhich the price is NOW<\/p>\n
Yes Happy Easter
\nYou flesh eating creeps
\nBlood lusting
\nGut busting
\nWhat you sow <\/p>\n
REAPS Whirlwind
\nSo wake up and smell the roses.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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