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Lord's Prayer - Cow version

Our fodder, which art in Devon
Mallow be thy name
 
When springtime come
thou will be yum,
from earth, green leaves are heaven
 
We give up our whey, for dairy we’re bred,
so spare us our destinies -
that we must give men our blood and intestines.
 
They lead us not to vegetation
but deliver us to Tesco’s,
 
packaged in cling-film
devoured by the gory,
 
for leather they weather
our skin..

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