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Slaughterfarm

Visiting the farm

I rejoiced

But tears, they fell

And silenced my voice


A kitten there

So pure of soul

Innocence seen in her eyes


It jumped up

I watched it all

But beware, now

Or you might fall


I held it tight

Between my arms

So I baptised it

To my seed


This must be what

The priest always used to say

Show forbearance

And don't disobey


So I took it home

Stroked it nicely, set my alarm

And gorged myself

On my dinner from the slaughterfarm.




(Translated with the help if DeepL)

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