No death songs are sung. No hesitation to devour the young. Take what isnt needed leave the rest. Bleed until theres nothing left. Bred and caught. Sold and bought. No thought to what human hands had wrought. Every day, a hundred thousand slaves. Every hour, a thousand graves. Hear the chorus of the calloused drown the sounds of endless malice. Now the sane must decide when to answer the call to defend. A practice of cannibalistic insanity. Sadistic neanderthalic barbarity. Bred and caught. Sold and bought. No though tto what human hands had wrought. Every day, a hundred thousand slaves. Every hour, a thousand graves. No escape, no relief from suffering beyond belief.
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