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Delicious Disasters

Meat Your Maker

By Haley WardPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Blood stained gloves that cannot be taken off. A once retained body, will make its way through foreign bodies, every day. Processed in more than one way. Forgotten by the mass & digested like information as if they had a say.

Or a choice.

Free will did.

There is only pain when we feel it.

There is still pain when we don't.

No tears are shed despite the soaked floors on which they struggle to stand just before their life is taken, then sold in containers we brand.

Hungry for money, food, life... Brutality peaks behind closed doors making it easier to be ignored, which for the public is nice. Legal tragedies committed for a price.

Babies torn away before a nipple is reached, by consumers, for consumers, who just so happen to have their own babies to feed. Isn't that so sweet? One mother has a broken heart that bleeds, while the other feeds the absent to hers in a high seat. Once gravid, the made to be adjuvant life is now entirely incomplete.

There is still pain when we don't feel it.

Why it's normal to enjoy it, I don't know, because how it's made we can't bare to see it.

The cycle stays repeated.

I painted this picture to depict the mistreated.

I'm sorry.

I’m the most sorry because I... I still eat it.

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Haley Ward

Very. Very. Fucking odd. Creation&Creator. Inlakesh 🔮

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