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To love with a knife is not love at all
With the threat of a sharp edge,
They will never grow.
Rip out all the feathers,
Hang it until the blood won’t drip.
Slice it until it has no bones,
Until it is no longer recognizable.
Serve it to the selfish and the proud,
Let it rot into the earth.
There is no animal in meat anymore.

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