for all ye there

unkind

in what ye do
in what ye eat
in what ye say

there is a fiery rope
to drag thy soul
on the road to hell

scream or moan
with a fish hook
through thy neck
and nose

thee shall bear
the pain of all ye killed
or culled
for taste, tradition, fun, gain,
medicine, just or,
sham ignorance.

thy pleas
or bending knees
shall not be heard
or seen
for there are no ears
or eyes
of the
soul-dragger.

so shall be the fate
of all ye

unkind.

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