Do believe that meat is murder? ?
Do you believe that animals feel pain?
We do, and this is what the animals can't tell themselves.
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THIS IS YOUR BELOVED PORK STRUGGLING FOR IT’S LIFE, THIS IS YOUR BELOVED PORK EXPRESSING IT’S EMOTIONS CLEARLY AND THIS IS WHY I FUCKING HATE HUMANS. FUCK YOU HUMANITY. PEOPLE ARE THE FUCKING WORST.THIS IS HOW FUCKING “HUMANE” YOUR MEAT IS RAISED. GO FUCK YOURSELF AND DIE IF YOU THINK THIS IS OKEY TO DO “JUST BECAUSE” THEY’RE PIGS. THIS IS THE FUCKING TRUTH. THERE IS NOTHING TO DENY ABOUT IT. YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED FOR DOING SOMETHING LIKE THIS TO ANY CREATURE. YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED FOR TAKING ANOTHER CREATURE’S LIFE FOR YOUR OWN PLEASURE, YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED FOR TORTURING IT. IF YOU’RE STILL CONSUMING ANIMAL PRODUCTS YOU’RE NO WAY BETTER THEN THOSE PLEOPLE DOING CRUEL THINGS TO ANIMALS, BECAUSE YOU ARE THE ONES WHO TELL THOSE PEOPLE TO DO IT. GO VEGAN
FUCK ALL OF YOU
A mother and child say goodbye as one is shipped off to make veal.
“Did you know my mother? I’m told her name was Belle.
I don’t know what she looked like, but have memories of her smell.
Did you ever hear my mother?…Did her cries pull at your heart?
I remember them quite clearly, when the men pulled us apart.Did you drink from my mother? Did you ever taste her milk?
Did you feel her face against yours? Was her skin as soft as silk?I’ve been told I had two brothers, and my sisters numbered four,
Then my mother went to slaughter, of no value anymore.Were you there with my mother? Did you look into her eyes?
Did you see the fear within them? Did you listen to her cries?And now MY end is coming, I am waiting with my friends,
We are huddled close together, In this place where all life ends.Will you be there at our slaughter? For the flesh you want to eat.
Will you ever think about us? When you buy that piece of meat.It’s my turn now, I’m moving. I am going to my end.
I am urged with shouts and kicking, and with sticks that never bend.I am thinking of my mother, and remembering her smell.
And I know we’ll meet in heaven, and forget this life called Hell.
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