Brute evil lies, they cleverly disguise,
Her misery, her suffering, her final demise.
Her agony’s rich, steeped full in pain,
Her life she’ll never again hope to regain.
While you, a bastard, a parasitic leech,
With vicious deceptions, these lies that you teach.
For profit and vantage and wealth you’ll collect,
The price is her sorrow the receipts you’ll protect.
To you I wish sickness, trouble, sorrow, and pain,
But, nothing I wish can match your disdain,
For an animal’s life so innocent, so pure!
Go, rot in hell, I pray you incur.