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Sow
Shackled alive yet dead.
Miss the sweet oxygen.
Crave the lead.
Metal rods,protrude from my
grife stricken head.
My children have all gone before me.
They were the lucky ones.
They got release,from the tazer guns.
Yet they were still alive,
when they felt the fire of knives.
Sow, I vow revenge.
Your blodd runs cold.
I'd stab you with the poison syringe.
The torture I feel,
The pain us "swine" ordeal.
If only you could live, the pain I feel.
Unlock the rusty shackles.
But you have misplaced the key.
I'd love to pull back your skin, your peel.
Constant pain is all I know.
I can't see, think , hear, or grow.
I crave, to once again feel the warmth of the suns glow.
All around me I see misery.
My swine brothers,
Hooves stomp, in protest.
High pitched squeals, In distress,
Too much horror, we forever indear.
Famer john, we frown apon.
I shriek, hes walking,
I gasps, hes stalking,
I oink, I protest,
I want to live, yet I need to be put to rest.
He unlocks my cage.
Eyes wide with wild fury and rage.
Hes holding that awful tazer.
Electrical death.
I see that familiar bood encrusted razor.
I back away, I get stung
My demise, has just begun,
I feel like I am going to die.
Yes dear, pigs do cry!
You humans, you're the swine, not we.
If only you knew, if only you could see.
If only you could trade hooves with me.
Sow, I am dead.
To you, my corspe is fed.
You see me in your freezer.
If only you were a animal,
your life wouldn't be that much easier.
If only you could have seen my nightmare.
If only I could have been you, what a dream!
My dead brothers,their piglets and sow.
Revenge is what we vow.
