hacked off our limbs
burned them to cinder
ripped off our green hairs
made it their shelter
Edify themselves
Undubious they're affirm
That we cannot feel
that poor fauna
blasphemous, what she went through
whilst they know she can feel
still they drove a spear into her mouth
and right through her arse
burned on unforgiving flame
til it suits their peculiar taste
juicy or less juicy
they then consume
undubious they're affirm
That faunae are food
given to them by God
even more bizzare and idiotic
they murder their own
this i cannot make sense of
little do they know
how dark and twisted they are
and that We've already forsaken them
their souls shall never live on paradise
when their mortality ends.
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