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The scary face reeks of death

Puppets of power little time left

To walk and graze in a field of peace

Slaughtered innocence they call beef

Puny wages

Supplied on demand

Cancerous growth

Feeds the land

What's it mean

When nothings left

How many billions

Must it be worth

Wasted land - murder at hand

Wasted man - profit scam

Obsession to capture

All innocence of man

No one can see

The horrors of the machine

Killing non stop

All animals infected with drugs

It's time to pull the plug