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Animal Slaughter
by CK Moore

You see the fear in my eyes,

as you cut open my neck.

I can't hide, I am scared, I am going to die.

Is there anyone who can help me escape?

It's to late, Darkness comes.

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They are wearing black, I can hear them coming.

They cut my chain, not my flesh.

We run into the night, I am free.

They give me life.

Far away from terror, Freed by terrorists.

You decide.