Chickens
They walk so proud
Yet raised for slaughter
They cluck so loud
Though pain not exists
Yet up in a cloud
Their spirits rest
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They walk so proud
Yet raised for slaughter
They cluck so loud
Though pain not exists
Yet up in a cloud
Their spirits rest
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