suffering

Crushed their souls and left to die.

So sweet and innocent in my eyes.

All these creatures big and small, left alone surrounded by walls.

Forced to fight and made to bleed.

They whine and scurry to get away knowing the pain will come today.

But for some help will come, taking them away.

Love and fun, while the pain will be just a memory.

 

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