Doing Nothing for Others Is the Undoing of Ourselves

Recipients of a hate undeserved
One divorced from rationality
They are feared
Turned into demons
Yet our world is dependent on them
Recipients of a hate undeserved
One divorced from rationality
They are feared
Turned into demons
Yet our world is dependent on them

Cut my arms and leave me to die
Turn me into a bowl of soup
Cut their fins and leave them to die
We need them
Respect their beauty
Cut my arms and leave me to die
Make me into a bowl of soup
Cut their fins and leave them to die
We need them
Respect their beauty

Tasteless
A trophy
Tasteless
A trophy
Tasteless
A trophy
Tasteless
A trophy
Tasteless
A trophy
Tasteless
A trophy
Tasteless
A trophy
Tasteless
A trophy

Recipients of a hate undeserved
One divorced from rationality
They are feared
Turned into demons
Yet our world is dependent on them

Life begets life yet ultimately yields to commerce
400 million years of evolution can't be undone by tradition



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