Sentient
Violence Of Consumption
Run the blade across another throat one more life ends on the cold hard floor dead in the blood of countless others just another number on an unending list dead and on it's way to market dead and on it's way to make a profit straight from the slaughterhouse to our dinner plates to feed our mindless consumption to feed our heartless demands one more murder for one more meal and from behind a million closed doors we cannot see the hell we have created
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