Flowing red fluence on my hand.
Something that a human could not understand.
Feeling with lust what I could not bare.
The fear in my heart, it was unable to share.
The time is ticking,but I could not move.
I was not glad, neither did I aproved.
This moment broke so many hearts.
Only this was the beginning of a new start.
I packed them in a cage, did not released them for a age.
Making noises, out of rage.
I had to puke and that was all.
That was the last time, that I stand between those walls.
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Interesting but it conveys well what a person would feel in a slaughterhouse..or if we take metaphorically..wen one is caged.
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