Chickens can talk. Here’s a proof.
As its rejoicing time for humans
mourning time for chickens.
Its a roll call
who’s next is the usual question
Chickens with red caps lead the line
To pay for their sins
Each feather to the side
Legs pinned as one
Kitchens flooded with blood
Every one’s a murderer.
With their last breathe they say
coocoo roo coooooooooooooooooooo
I leave for the fiery furnace
To atone for all my sins.
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