Your legs are useless, your face is deformed.
One arm is missing, your life has been scorned.
The damage is great, the wounds are severe.
With only one ear left you’ll struggle to hear.
You may only ever partly heal your wounds.
But your arm won’t grow back, not any time soon.
You’ll never recover from the mental trauma.
There is a chance you could lapse into a coma.
Your attackers had no choice, you had it coming.
They saw you flee and they chase what’s running.
Instincts to hunt, to kill or to maim.
Bred for their impulse to cause you pain.
Mauled.
Onlookers appalled.
Attack dogs recalled.
Just seconds from death.
The Alberta crushers hold tight to their rank, astral-gazing grindcore, staring down abyssal torment all the while. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 31, 2020