Response to American Slaughter Industry on youtube

Mar 21, 2008 - 18:54 PM PST


Barrels of life
By: Yoriel Segura

They Stand there In their societal Hords
Docile, Sociable, pastoral Thoughts on the mind
Breed for explotation, domesticated, warehoused , capitalized

Do they know what cheap thrills they provide
Do they know who they will keep Alive
Do they know how they are to die

Malicious Fervor paints the Evil thumbed Iris
Seizing and herding he kicks and prods the Docile with the bolt
One hundred thousand thunder in hand

Muscles flinch, twitch, and contract due to alien volts
Forced through the gates of death and up the ramp
Pastoral dreams lost, ignorant, alone, desolate, desperate

Trap set, Mechanical mongrel waits
Grasping each creature in his massive crimson jaws
He bows, Offering the catch to his keeper

Indifferently the overlord accepts the struggling catch
tool in hand reaping relentlessly
He rips out vitalities with and inward grin

Facing the floor, NEAR end, confused, BELLOWING
Cervix exposed they see only the harvesters feet
Watching their final breaths spill into and paint the inverted sky

Now freshly painted the mandible loosens
dropped form the sky their breathes now paints the floor
stumbling, perplexed, slipping, losing, slipping, gone
All fades