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~the grenade in mouth tragedy~
This is an exaggeration of your mortality. This is an exaggeration of your morality. This is an exaggeration of you. Confines of tradition reject and disregard, the realization of a better way to stimulate, to oppose the suffering. We can burn this bridge together. learn to unlearn. All the harshness and bloodshed that consumes you. That consumes the earth. The torture that which ensues, regreat yoru death cycle that imprisons you. Spit back lies that seregate the truth for what it's worth. Only words won't kill your violent perspective. Violence, murdering everything that seems inferior. Your dissection is a small price to pay for a lifetime of ignorance. tomorrow is just the beginning, we'll burn this motherfucker down. Tomorrow we start again. We'll leave a path of human flesh as a sign of a better way. Vegence now, we'll leave a path of human flesh as a sign of a better way, for a better day.

(how can you justify the fact that you aid in the torture of an animal until it is murdered and put on your plate? nothing positive can come from a diet that includes flesh, unless you consider cancer and heart attacks a positive thing. the world is bigger than what your eyes can see. learn compassion.)

~Slaughterhouse Blues~
I'd just like to reverse the roles just for a day or forever. It'd be a day to remember.
Where you'd get a chance to taste your blood so heartless.
See the torture through the eyes of the predetermined dead.
Murder is a family value in almost every home.
Muder is a family value three times a day.
Beaten senseless to a bloody mess. Burned alive and completly drowned to death.
Feel the fear. Taste the pain. Take the guilt to your grave.
Throat cut ear to ear. Suffocate. There's no waking up from this nightmare.
Bare witness to this nightmare.
I'd just like to reverse the rolse just for a day or forever. It'd be a day to remember.
You can watch your loved ones meet their maket.
Single filed death march. You would sing a different tune if this happened to you.
Murder is a family value in almost every home.
Murder is a family vaule three times a day.
There will be no more blood the day (the day) injustice dies.

(Imagine if you could trade places with a chicken, cow, pig, etc and the horror they face in their life until their excurciating death. As a society "we" embrace this diet, when the face of the matter is, if we were in their hooves, we'd sing a different tune. )

~Runner Up In A Shit Eating Contest~
Who knew we could be so wrong to assume that we'd be told the truth this time.
All my heros died in my eyes. In my eyes.
These sins your god can't wash away though you know no what you do.
"thou shall not kill" "Thou shall not steal" unless it benefits you.
You choose to shut your eyes, you choose to walk the other way.
You can put a price on life if it's a selfish luxury.
May your vices bring you the torture, the same they once felt.
May you one day see the lives you destroy are your own.
And you follow in denial; choose to shut yourself off from the truth.
Like moths to the flame.
In total apathy and disregard of a life born into torture. Into this Hell. Into Hell.
You have no respect for life.
Who knew we could be so wrong to assume we'd be told the truth this time...
Nothing dies in Necessity. Nothing dies content with dying.
You can put a price on life it it's a selfish luxury.
...and you think you're decent, compassionate, just sympathetic?
I am foundation, I am anew.
You have no respect for life.


~Sometimes I realize that I'm growing complacient in my life. And it's songs like this that bring things back into perspective for me.
I sadly own a pair of leather boots, one leather belt and two watches...in my ten years of being a vegetarian (vegan for a little over 3) and I hate myself for it... never again do I want to place my money down for their lives...

(the above songs were written by Remembering Never)