.I see they bring them to the slaughterhouse - my heart bleeds. I hear they rip their flesh apart - to fulfill your needs. Beautiful creations of godhead - kill by human beasts. And I will take this NO longer - no more bloody feasts. They pray on sundays for they may see the light. To guide their foo.
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