Bathing in pigs blood
Justice
Mud makes new life conceived by the knife
Justice
Coagulants mix with the dirt, returning to the earth
Soil is the egg, flesh and blood the seed
Roots start to grow, finding strength in bone
On flesh they feed, leaves turn to green
Just as the ground, branches turn brown
Moss grows on it's grave, pig's resting place a maze of new life
Now your life means something, pig

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