The ice is finally thawing
Take notice to a decaying smell
Paws and mandibles, to our surprise, come blooming out
Muzzles and secretions intertwined
With wrappers and garbage
Fifty dead dogs strewn about
You had the power of steel
You had the power of weight
To build a pit
To use fear as bait
Human infliction and the four stages of cruelty
They're my machines with no souls
I can hear them whimpering over the sneering laughter
The collar placed around my throat, a dominant leather reminder
Gutted
Classified as property
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