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The bunny didn’t choose the chicken is a roast the cow is infused to a hose and the pig’s destiny is vacuum sealed as parts of meat without once having a name and living rights.
The supermarket which is full of eggs that enclosed never going to contain life the last fish of that kind that lies on a rice pad and in a grand scale we impale the sheep and reap its fur to garnish our freezing feats.
Over our seat the beheaded hang and it is so chick as the entrails of the moose is worm food after the slaughter come to close and the dear are the nobility’s property a breathing target for led for sick rituals that some like.
The sanctity of life, that is free and yet captured under our will, as a cheap thrill that lived and died in a nature that is at our disposal.
The last won’t be the last and as each gets stuffed, dunked I alcohol we can smile as the lion we saved is amusement for our youth.
We lovingly beings that treat others that we supposed to treat as ourselves we who with discontent post notes on the streets and fill internet with appeals that just get laid to rest on a server domain and we who omnipotent are the better but use it to satisfy the smallest urge.
We who care we who pay respect with a polite lie that is normality and get upset when something isn’t right but to idle to act to benignly malign to react and in fact make a difference.
We the bright we who can but won’t as we count on someone else we vote so we have a clean conscious while we ignore the doubt with a respect that the authority has right has justice and righteousness in sight.
We including me that speak with duality we who are fighters on notes we that are paper shadows that run from the light we miserable beings.
We who love the vegetables that could feed many lives that’s turn it to toxic delight and we use our might to masturbate our way thru life we are the less on this earth the ultimate infestering birth.
We, the bullshit life are completely deranged and unchanged as we say we come so far but never left the sandbox never left the racist thought of supremacy though the victim shift we aren’t worth but will one thought will one action will one or some change it beyond we are caught and sold before this world is mold upon our bones.
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