7 Generations - Ritual
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Horror in the eyes of a gentle being As the butchers blade approaches to end a life of torment Skin is torn, a final cry in anguish All that oculd have been fades as a tortured heart beats for the last time A living creature that could have been loved and felt love in return Confined to a waking nightmare of loneliness, abuse and brutality Deprived of freedom, surrounded by filth and knowing nothing but pain A tragic, hopeless existence doomed to end in a violent death Sacrificed by compassionless hands on the bloody alters of Convenience, apatrhy and greed Mutilated, carved limb from limb into a lifeless pile of flesh To satisfy the urge to dine on the dead A systematic atrocty of domination and destruction Creating famine, pestilence and suffering An endless slaughter perpetuated by emrciless killers devoid of any reverence With no justificatin beyond might makes right And there is not one second of this inhumanity that is righteous, necessary or excusable. Every single instance, every animal murdered in terror is an act of cruelty without beauty and a death for no reason. Every meal that comes at the price of a life is complicity in a holocaust that is beyond comparison and the cold, callous, thoughtless continuation of a vicious ritual of bloodlust A ritual of bloodlust