butchering for a king he believes in though he’s never seen...
i love it. everybody butchers for a king they've never seen in some way, shape, or form. and i'm not implying anything in the way of religion... i was thinking more along the line of day to day actions. even at work... we choose to participate in a capitalistic society where most of us spill blood on our hands everyday (hypothetically of course) so those fine old chaps at the top can cruise around the world in their yachts. we'll never meet them and they'll never know our names but they should be fucking happy we bend over backwards for them everyday in the hopes of making an honest living.
butchering for a king he believes in though he’s never seen...
i love it. everybody butchers for a king they've never seen in some way, shape, or form. and i'm not implying anything in the way of religion... i was thinking more along the line of day to day actions. even at work... we choose to participate in a capitalistic society where most of us spill blood on our hands everyday (hypothetically of course) so those fine old chaps at the top can cruise around the world in their yachts. we'll never meet them and they'll never know our names but they should be fucking happy we bend over backwards for them everyday in the hopes of making an honest living.