Pain is a matter of your conceptions
From cutting a lettuce to vivisections
All to certain degrees
From animals to trees
Every life feels it someway
It is so natural just like the day
We grow to eat
Breed animals for their meat
Without their pain we could not survive
As a race would not be alive
Therefore, pain is just a degree
Of what life has to be
So cut quickly with that sharp knife
Without pain, there is no life
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