Every wretched breath I take,
Is at the cost of innocent lives,
Every worthless moment I have,
I can hear the screams of the dying,
Every joy I receive, every blessing,
At the expense of dying beings,
Animals, plants and humans cry,
There seems to be no end in sight,
This is not Earth, this is hell,
Our perfumes cant hide the smell,
We fill our bellies with corpses,
And prolong our days by murders.
