Torture, kill, digest and poop
Our eternal vicious loop
Our nature, our pleasure
Our habit, our leisure
We don’t mind
We don’t think
We are normal
We don’t link
Blood with pain
Death with fear
When it’s someone
else’s, dear
Someone nameless
Someone weak
Someone who will never speak
Someone who did not exist
That’s the catch
And that’s the twist
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© Copyright: Савелий Хмельницкий, 2018
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