From birth, I was made to raise it.
Feed it, water it, trim it as it goes.
Now, I am being told I must kill it.
It is the way of the world and I am to be baptized in the blood of the lamb.
It is with sorrow and a heavy heart;
I lead my lambs to the slaughter.
In the prime of their life they will be sacrificed,
as virgins to the God’s,
As thanks, for what is provided;
what is provided shall be slaughtered,
the blood is juiced and savored.
Eternal life with the taste of its sweet nectar.
Everything I need, right here in this homemade V8.
Man this shit is good.