It feels so unreal that we accept this to go on.
The pain and suffering that so many reduce to nothing at all.
I hold you responsible for the actions that you choose.
Cause you cant claim your innocense when you claim power over their lives.
How can anyone choose death before life?
So you turn your face away from the pictures.
You dont wanna see the horror in their eyes, you wanna go on just like before. Just like always. Putting whatever bodypart you want in your mouth without the moral conflict. I hear their screams, they are endless. I see them in pain from the torture, dying in the murdermachine that you support. Support without guilt or perspective. They once had a pulse, hearts that were beating. They felt, they saw and they lived. So beautiful and unique in their ways.
The pain and suffering that so many reduce to nothing at all.
I hold you responsible for the actions that you choose.
Cause you cant claim your innocense when you claim power over their lives.
How can anyone choose death before life?
So you turn your face away from the pictures.
You dont wanna see the horror in their eyes, you wanna go on just like before. Just like always. Putting whatever bodypart you want in your mouth without the moral conflict. I hear their screams, they are endless. I see them in pain from the torture, dying in the murdermachine that you support. Support without guilt or perspective. They once had a pulse, hearts that were beating. They felt, they saw and they lived. So beautiful and unique in their ways.
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