From The Voice Of A Slaughter House Chicken
I wrote this about a month and a half ago. I plan on starting a new story soon, but I wanted to showcase her.
I am a number xy-785 my purpose is to be your dinner youtube presents me in obvious torture and pain the truth is not close help me help me I am dying I am being pecked to death I love it I love it I am dying I am dying you love watching me suffering and dying and then you gorge on egg mcmuffins for 15 minutes an hour of your work for my lifetime and why go into this morbid mindset because it is best to know that the circle of life is not just a pretty Disney song title and that when I die you eat but when you die do I eat and is not that fair you are an animal a human animal and if the chicken had the hammer and the human was forced into a two inch by two inch space and crumbled decayed decimated and then packaged in fast food would you be satisfied would you be satisfied would you no but you go to your grocer anyways and buy steaks ribs eggs pork turkeys chickens hams and never stop to consider where that does come from except that it costs a lot and that a full time job is necessary to eat like a king but your dinner or lunch or breakfast cost my life and November come around and thanksgiving the bird gets passed and hallelujah the big parade and football games and beer beer beer and naps and leftover sandwiches but who gives one thought to who lost his or her life and all of his or her peeps, tens of thousands of millions, to give you some filling for those sandwiches nobody nobody except the activists the animal rights except they too probably eat meat they just want to look good on tv and even that once fat jared for subway talking about how much weight he lost but he eating me he eating my cousin he eating my momma he ate xy-101 and he lost four hundred pounds big whoop de do I lost forty million family members last year so eat me jared wait you about to but see this is not no joke I have got others that I love being slaughtered all around cows pigs horses you name it we got it up in here it is like the texas chainsaw massacre here this for real just last week my friend timmy this three week old pig taken up by metal link cuffs attached to a bulldozer screaming no screaming is not the word for what he was doing it was horrible no not horrible I cannot explain cannot put into words the anguish that was coming out of his mouth but the humans they were laughing they were spitting and crapping on timmy took the chainsaw took an actual chainsaw and ran it right down the middle of his spine and he was still alive can you hear me now he was still alive his last words were I love you and I collapsed and my eyes turned low and red man red this world this red world is forgotten and forsaken and you humans you beasts you criminals sit down to your easter meal of ham and whatever and feast on Christ dine on my body and blood and you shall be saved well I'll be they put Him through the slaughterhouse too only you eat Him over and over and over again every week just to cover your sins and you eat me over and over and over to eliminate your ravishing hunger with my dream is that when I die heaven is full of all you in a huge slaughterhouse and all of us cows horses pigs chickens hens whatevers with chainsaws guns hammers blades pepper spray steel toed boots and we eat we eat you we eat all of you the illusion is growing thin the illusion is growing very very thin and my little headache is pulsing ever more more and more and I am about to die right now yes yes so I must carry on and reach within because when you go home tonight oh that circular blade is coming quick thirty seconds at the most oh quicker do not forget when you eat me you eat yourself whirr blood silence end (for now)