Hot tears stream down my face
My body fills with grief, distaste
For every dollar which I gave
To send an animal, to its grave

I slit their throat one by one
Not ever thinking, what I've done
I turned my face away
I did not create their pain!

I payed a man, to do the deed
And with my money, he gave to me
An empty carcass, a dinner plate
For I needed it, it was not hate

Intensions, actions, black and white
Yet still the blood shed every night
I now grieve for what I've done
I now see who I have become

Trading health for someone's life?
Soothing my tongue with a knife
It's a pain, unnecessary, a war
That can be avoided

Here I grieve alone
For he eats animals
When he comes home

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