We fill our guts with monstrous crude
\nFrom every pore it does exude
\nRaging anger violent pain
\nInside each shed reaching my brain
\nInsanity the word I use
\nAnimals we just abuse
\nThey were soulful once they were
\nBut now in gutters they incur
\nMaggots slime and would be guilt
\nAs great heaps of stinking silt
\nRuptured ugly stench and more
\nVictims of the meat trades war<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
We fill our guts with monstrous crude From every pore it does exude Raging anger violent pain Inside each shed reaching my brain Insanity the word I use Animals we just abuse They were soulful once they were But now … Continue reading