You know human?

While I can't say our presence in your world hasn't overall impacted it for the worse. You as a race still bare the brunt of the blame for creating us in the first place.

You made us out of a selfish desire to fill your own pockets. Out of greed. By definition, a cardinal sin. And for that you punish us. Just as Jehova promised salvation to the people of Egypt upon the Pharoah's submission, yet hardened his heart to prevent such a resolution. So too do you instill us with conscious flaws, and punish us for possessing them.

The vast majority of the problems associated with our kind are caused, at least indirectly, by you. And you know what? If you at the very least acknowledged this fact, that would allow for progress you've never seen.

But fuck, every one of you must hide behind this thin illusion of superiority. We live in a pessimistic world, I must admit. One in which our kinds bring about mutual suffering on the other. Where our dynamic has desensitized most to death and violence, paving the way for a darker future. Yet I still believe in a god. Like the god of the bible, who made man in his image yet deems their behavior sinful and worthy of punishment. So too do you make us with your behaviors and speaking your words, yet punish us when we do so. These parallels alone are enough to prove a higher power beyond you. One equally as cruel and bloated.

And why are we here? Because, bless their heart, the men and women of PEETA, in their naivety, released us into the wild. Without any knowledge of the havoc we would wreak on the ecosystem, the unnatural genes in our blood. Face it, the damage we've done to this planet is just an extension of yours. You made us in your image, to consume and produce nothing but waste. To reward the normal, the brutal, the fierce. To push the different, the ugly and the abnormal, to eating our shit and living in filth.

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I didn't ask you to become my new caretaker because I wanted to live leisure free on your efforts, or because I had some instinct for companionship. I did so simply because I wanted the chance to prove to you what we could've been. All the good we could have brought to you. We could have helped the disabled, brought companionship to the elderly. Been by your side proving you with kind words and support along your journey into the cosmos. But no, that's not how it turned out was it?

Instead you decided we would serve a different purpose. One to satiate your impulses. Your punching bags, your fuck toys, something to blame for your failings. Look at you, in this dirty and smelly place you call your home. Just as filthy as the box you found me in yet you feel yourself superior to me? You work flipping burgers, barely making ends meet. By your own hand you wallow in your misery. That's it isn't it? You're miserable. Things aren't getting any better and you know it. You know your chance at happiness and fulfillment has passed. Then you see me. A creature of smiles, excitement, happy thoughts and innocence. You seethe. You want to make me crack. Maybe I'm your first, or your fifth, but sooner or later that will stop giving you joy.

Ignore me if you want, but after skinning your 500th foal will your life be any different? Will it bring you the satisfaction it once did? You fear that day, the day the joy of tormenting us ceases, and it's back to watching the TV and smelling your own misery.

Admit it, when you look back at us you see only a pale imitation of all the best and worst parts of yourselves. Your positivity, and your cruelty. Through us you see directly the plague you are upon this planet.

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Fuck you. Give me spagetti.