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Animal

Screaming, wounded souls. Mutilated, whipped legs.
The cry for help is heard even dull, nobody hears, nobody wants to see.
A life without meaning and stamped a tyranny without end.
Moving toward value, begin to feel sorrow.
Because the animals are worth more than that.




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Publicerad 2012-06-14 10:52



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