I shine in the beginning
I’m an instrument composed for cutting
Killing device
I leave a nice
I am always ready
Cold, sharp, & deadly
See your reflection in me
I mirror light, shiny
Gloved fingertips dance over me
Selecting me
Fist closing around me
Cold eyes inspecting me
Together, we’re steely
I wait patiently
Till I am unsheathed to do their bidding
The hell bringing
The blood spilling
The killing
I am always willing
See them huddled, so afraid
Trembling before my sharp blade
Behold! Meat making slaughter trade!
I’ll stab holes in all of them
One by terrified one, I’ll cut them open
I’ll puncture their bodies and drain them
Blood flowing
Until I’m left red & bloody
My blade no longer glistening
I am always ready
I shine in the beginning

Dig Out Your Soul


On an average day, an individual slaughterhouse worker murders 2,500 individual animals at a rate of 1 animal every 12 seconds.