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A densely packed forest. The bark is fur, the roots, hooves. The foliage a four stomached mass of flesh. No room to grow between the trees. No way to feel the open breeze. Inside a barn, it's eat, survive.
Even though people think that they have the right to kill animals, Even if they think that animals provide us with what we need,
notorious for advertising secret eyes hide behind corporate lies, trademark mind trust in me & faith you'll find silky smooth, underhand politely rude fashion sense
I've yet to see the light of day. "Animals don't feel", they always say. I grew up, not loved and overfed. Just so my meat can be placed between two slices of bread. What did I do to deserve this,
Your genetically modified existence Can barely stand upright. Your beak is absent, Your feathers are fake, Your wings don't work. You are not a life,