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Dec 2016
And still I'm yet to be convinced
That you must suffer for us;
I refuse to believe it ever since
I saw your gushing blood,
While you were hanging from the meat hooks,
Or whilst bolted to the ground,
Always in a darkened room where
We cannot hear the sounds
Of machines tearing feathers from your wings,
Stripping your freedom in place of screams.
I wonder if they knew how you cry
Would it change a thing?

In abject misery,
From birth to death you serve,
For our pleasure and our gluttony,
And I don't know what it's worth;
In a life lived in **** on earth,
In chaos and disorder,
We **** you as we say we love you.
Meat is nothing short of ******.

You're force-fed until your legs break,
Torn apart and tossed aside;
But you are the cornerstone that makes
All else be alive,
And still we only care when you're fried
And stuffed into our face,
And we never give a second thought
As your purity goes to waste;
You're beaten and caged for nothing
Taken from your right to be.
I wonder if they knew how you die
Would it change a thing?

In abject misery,
From birth to death you serve,
For our pleasure and our gluttony,
And I don't know what it's worth;
In a life lived in **** on earth,
In chaos and disorder,
We **** you as we say we love you.
Meat is nothing short of ******.
Schadenfreude: taking pleasure from the suffering of others.
The subject I am most passionate about. Be kind to animals. If this offends you, firstly, watch Earthlings, and secondly, I don't care.
Mouthpiece
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Mouthpiece  26/M/Liverpool, UK
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