to innocent beings, skinning them alive
what drives them to this, it's not just to survive
all the awful events I have gone through
do not compare at all to the scare they put in the air
the pain that rains into these harmless by those who reign
in hate, these soldiers of villains, murder and killing
tied down no escaping, this fate they lay down for
take it, the blade slits right through the flesh, and
cuts off the fur, they're not filthy curs, they are pets
of mine and yours, pets who die martyred for nothing
but fur coats, throats slit for warmth, burn the image into your mind
that this crime has endured for far too long, and now its time to fight
for those who can't, dogs and cats put to death by any means,
so mean, it makes my face turn green and my stomach scream
and retreat from this animosity towards animals and the key is to
refrain and return to the learning, the ways of peace and love
above all, the skinners have to fall. Fall into all the evils and hates they've
demonstrated, let's cut off their faces and skins,
erase their outside and see what lies within
finish them off and let them rot from justice and might, the right way to go
for they need to own up to and show up to the crimes they did do
the trial, no denial, we caught them, now to stop them
men and women must serve their sentence for ten thousand deaths
at least, they feasted on the mutilation and annihilation of nature's finest
the dining room from hell set to a madman's will
and he will surely get his fill of the bitterest pill
the one of liberty and right, and if the living unite
then this fight will be done, over and won
light will find its way into the blackest hearts on that day
I could take all my pain and it would
be nothing to what they feel, ladies and gentlemen, this is real
the real deal, and its high time we stop them peeling
and have them start feeling for themselves what it's like to be killed and tortured
force them to endure the fury of your hands, the hands of a man
who cares enough to stare and cry, and wonder why
and wonder when this slaughter and pogrom will terminate
and if it will germinate a good inside the coal-minded, cold-hearted
bold killers on jihad, the free have no way of comprehension,
just descension into the arms of apprehension, with law on their side
calling for no stalling in the case of falling and failing to ace the capture
of those rapturing the hides of beautiful creatures, few will feature
seat and remain and don't do it again but they will until that day when
they are cut open, their skin cut off, while they breathe, no sleep, no rest for the wicked
it's sick they can inflict those damages on innocent animals
and it needs to stop, we have to be firm and crack down,
we can't squirm when the worm gets snatched by the crowned dove with love, when the
maltreatment is shown, with cares not overgrown and little ones snared into overcoats
smack the first blow with the fist of vengeance, so low they can't fit this revenge upon us
even though it all began and stands with them, at a standstill for lack of action.
That day far off, when they are scared off, when all are alive, all survive, and
they contrive to the good of pure love. That is the day we wait for in vain, patiently.
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