Lie, and tell me there is no pain, no
suffering. Pain is in their eyessuffering is
in their screams put a knife against their
necks. Press until they bleed, and tell me
it doesn´t hurt you know what they feel,
they don´t need to use your language. our
instincts were buried under asphalt by our
ancesters. We are thoughts and feelings
and that makes our choices possible.