After watching a video of animal skinning. its awful.

Who could do such cruel and unusual things

to innocent beings, skinning them alive

what drives them to this, it's not just to survive

all the awful events I have gone through

do not compare at all to the scare they put in the air

the pain that rains into these harmless by those who reign

in hate, these soldiers of villains, murder and killing

tied down no escaping, this fate they lay down for

take it, the blade slits right through the flesh, and

cuts off the fur, they're not filthy curs, they are pets

of mine and yours, pets who die martyred for nothing

but fur coats, throats slit for warmth, burn the image into your mind

that this crime has endured for far too long, and now its time to fight

for those who can't, dogs and cats put to death by any means,

so mean, it makes my face turn green and my stomach scream

and retreat from this animosity towards animals and the key is to

refrain and return to the learning, the ways of peace and love

above all, the skinners have to fall. Fall into all the evils and hates they've

demonstrated, let's cut off their faces and skins,

erase their outside and see what lies within

finish them off and let them rot from justice and might, the right way to go

for they need to own up to and show up to the crimes they did do

the trial, no denial, we caught them, now to stop them

men and women must serve their sentence for ten thousand deaths

at least, they feasted on the mutilation and annihilation of nature's finest

the dining room from hell set to a madman's will

and he will surely get his fill of the bitterest pill

the one of liberty and right, and if the living unite

then this fight will be done, over and won

light will find its way into the blackest hearts on that day

I could take all my pain and it would

be nothing to what they feel, ladies and gentlemen, this is real

the real deal, and its high time we stop them peeling

and have them start feeling for themselves what it's like to be killed and tortured

force them to endure the fury of your hands, the hands of a man

who cares enough to stare and cry, and wonder why

and wonder when this slaughter and pogrom will terminate

and if it will germinate a good inside the coal-minded, cold-hearted

bold killers on jihad, the free have no way of comprehension,

just descension into the arms of apprehension, with law on their side

calling for no stalling in the case of falling and failing to ace the capture

of those rapturing the hides of beautiful creatures, few will feature

seat and remain and don't do it again but they will until that day when

they are cut open, their skin cut off, while they breathe, no sleep, no rest for the wicked

it's sick they can inflict those damages on innocent animals

and it needs to stop, we have to be firm and crack down,

we can't squirm when the worm gets snatched by the crowned dove with love, when the

maltreatment is shown, with cares not overgrown and little ones snared into overcoats

smack the first blow with the fist of vengeance, so low they can't fit this revenge upon us

even though it all began and stands with them, at a standstill for lack of action.

That day far off, when they are scared off, when all are alive, all survive, and

they contrive to the good of pure love. That is the day we wait for in vain, patiently.