Guilt by association!

Those that make the traps,

Those that make the steel,

Those that sell them will,

Like gun runners of the old west,

With no scruples are they blessed,

Only do what for them is best,

Cold steel if gun or trap,

But a good shot is better,

Much shorter the pain,

That drives many trapped animals insane,

If killing is your industry,

It quick and neat should be,

Steel traps should only be,

For mouthy politicians,

Those talk too much and do nothing,

To change the blight of those innocent creatures,

The heartless bastards that vote,

Opposing animal rights legislation,

I wouldn’t mind seeing a few of them struggle,

To meet their just end in steel across their mouth,

So they can’t cry for help, and go insane,

I might even buy a leather jacket made of their hide,

And wear it with much pride,

With a sign across the back beware, pig skin,

Long pig that is, but why explain at all,

It probably reeks of swill still,

From the trough of all the animal killers,

And there are plenty,

It’s all called an industry now,

No matter if it’s seal, or cow,

While the sacrificial altar now lays quiet,

No screams of lamb, or pigeon bird,

No blood the squeamish flock to scare,

The new high priests took up the call,

The altar now, the stall,

We are not innocent watching it all,

Something about eating meat that sanctioned,

For in Gods good book apparently he himself has said,

Personally I think the guy had too many hallucinations,

From all the incense, that came from a fingered leaf,

Or maybe he was all plucked up from eating too much pork,

The miserable dork,

We can’t hide from the fact; despite we hide in church,

The good book, the altar of slaughter, we have given, permission, from God they have to kill the innocent,

For their greed and gluttony,

The new Messiah needed no such sacrifice,

His temple his soul, his altar not stained of the lambs blood,

We have built stone temples instead,

So on any other day, including Sunday we can forget,

Our temples our soul wrap in convenience cloth,

Like a tomb as for remembrance the steeples beg,

There we as in olden days, we think God is hiding,

A begging place, for selfish, otherworldly thoughts,

Screaming into the night, the million souls of innocents slaughter on a grand scale, after month of horrible suffering,

This is what we should be singing out loud very loud,

To remind us of our transgressions, before any begging prayer,

Begging for all to help end this most sanctioned tragedy,

Wailing and crying and asking the lord to help stop it,

We are guilty by association, guilty as sin, for we perpetuate,

We help this most miserable industry to survive,

Our prayers should be in our wallets, overruling our glutinous,

Selfish stomachs that will not for a moment think of the soul,

We revisit our own for ever revolving appetite for burgers and hot dogs, by buying them, and falling again to revolving advertising,

It is a sick whore of the devil we make ourselves,

If we don’t stop for a minute to feel the pain he is inflicting,

And our participation in his ritual dance every day,

A mindset of immense grotesque addicted proportion,

Yes mindset for there is certainly no soul installed,

In them there monsters that think only, but have no feeling,

From factory farms, and puppy mills and animal research,

From destruction of the environment, the sealing and fishing industries, etc, etc, etc, we are all guilty if we don’t in a small way help to stop this, if we don’t help pollute our temples our souls voluntarily, thinking it is sanctioned by God, we should wear fur, eat meat, and do it in the most abhorrently cruel manner,

This I would say is truly an abomination to the Lord, for I doubt that he is as heartless and uncaring the us, but then we did the same to his son, did we not, who was trying to teach us new ways, ways of love, not love of religious practices, that have outlived him to this day, read his scriptures again, and you will find that we live in blasphemy of him, we are not living a temple of love.