I had a terrible dream last night. I dreamt that I was a chicken in a slaughterhouse. I can see, hear, smell, taste, feel, everything that's around me. I can see the other chickens in front of me, being cut to ribbons by the razor blades, and blood running down their bodies. I hear the sound of the screeching chickens being killed, as the razors run through them. I can smell blood, and fear in the air, as the line gets smaller, and smaller, until there was only 3 chickens in front of me. They won't go forward, so the workers kicked at them, and pushed them forward to the razor blade. I can taste my dried mouth, and feel my heart beating against my breast. I feel the whirr of the razor blade, and suddenly I was in front of it. My last thought was this: we were born the same ways as the humans who slaughter us; we can see, feel, taste, hear, and smell just like they do. We have fear, just like they do. The only difference between us is in our intelligence. We're weaker than the humans; we're less intelligent than the humans; we're just not as smart as the humans are. Do we deserve to get slaughter for that? They kill us for our meat, but they really need 'need' our meat to survive? Or do they 'want' to eat our meat just because it tastes good to them and it makes them feel good? We were raise in this slaughterhouse, and we will die in it. That's so unfair...I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to...VRRRrrrRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-!

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