Kursk / Lycanthrophy
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Animals as a delicious food Or even as a kid stuff And if stops entertaining Just throw it away In the concentration camps for animals More and more flesh For hungry stomach And greasy chops Those streams of blood Don't mean anything to them
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025
Embellishment at the price of pain Massive and cruel liquidation The discretion doesn't exist? Why this mass luxury fashion? Just enjoy the comfort No respect, no remorse And eat the shit served On golden plates Support the death!
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025
Half-truths, manipulations Garbled lies - doubts are growing stronger Serious media, the government propaganda The faith in surveys increases Hired to maintain the public veal to persuade persuaded and to shut up the rest! The rest which in the majority For the perverse truth For what price?! Thanks for depriving us Of the possibility to decide!!
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025
Down trodden ideals do not hurt Even the conscience one can redeem Just if the account inflation I will let no man to gag my mouth With promise I spit upon your career Rather to burn up into dust At the very edge of the society Rather to be ankle-deep in a shit Then to betray myself!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025
What is more harmful that any vice? Forceable sympathy with all the Unsuccessfuls and impotents - the Christianity Pray every day and obey the Lords God listens to you, He follows your every step Close your eyes, you can have whatever you want It doesn't matter whether you sin or not Just pay and you will be forgiven Feeble-minded followers on the way to safety Secret arrangements, cheats This is the way how the thievish Preachers perform their "fair play"
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025
Many animals are still alive and struggling Desperately when workers flip them onto their Backs or hang them up by their legs or tails To skin them when workers on these farms begin To cut the skin and fur from an animals leg The free limbs kick and wright workers stomp On the necks and heads of animals who struggle Too hard to allow a clean cut when the fur is Finally peeled off over the animals heads Their naked bloody bodies are thrown onto A pile of those who have gone before them Some are still alive, breathing in ragged gasps and blinking slowly some of the animals Hearts are still beating 5 to 10 minutes After they are skinned living hell!!
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025