Knives and Forks

Knives and forks,
And sturdy grips,
Ensures a cut,
That never slips.

Meat and blood,
Encase the soul.
Remove the life.
Fulfill our role.

Breed and kill,
Beyond no end.
Evolve as broken,
Don't try to mend.

Knives and forks,
And sturdy grips,
Ensures a cut,
That never slips.

Teeth and tongues,
Have want for meat.
Why stop our hunt?
Blood tastes so sweet.

Life and death,
Out of control.
We have such power,
From what we stole.

Knives and forks,
And sturdy grips,
Ensures a cut,
That never slips.

Blood and guts,
Disguised to trick,
So all can eat,
And not know they're sick.

Strength and pride.
Top of the hill.
Can't stop this lust,
To hunt and kill.

Knives and forks,
And sturdy grips,
Ensures a cut,
That never slips.