Wakes up to a cool summer breeze,
Its fast has finally come to cease.
Ready to open wide its eyes,
On comes a brand new disguise.
The dawn is upon the horizon.
Humanity strikes and takes its toll,
The animal is plucked out of its hole.
Drawn to the table to be taken apart,
Hung up on display like a piece of art.
The weapons are plunged.
On the line its life is weighed,
Bleeding and scarred its heart is flayed.
Fur torn from the flesh,
All alone trapped in mesh.
There is no freedom.
Feelings prove that it is alive,
The pain cuts it like a knife.
Its life is but an empty shell,
Forever to be locked within a cell.
It wishes for nothing to come soon.
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