can you imagine a pig, as it is on its way to the slaughterhouse? Its helpless squeals and desperate cries? The torture it is going through, the struggle for freedom, knowing its imminent fate?
can you comprehend the feelings of a man sentenced to hanging? A body of cold sweat, a heart full of unspeakable regret, the dim flame of hope finally extinguished? The feelings of shame and doom?
can you fathom the last moments of a dying man? And how the days seemed to flash past before his eyes? His heart ready for death yet WAIT-- it's never ready for it. He wishes to turn back time, back to the time when there was no suffering.
Now, do you know how it feels to be me?
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