The Unfairness Of Angels

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Gutted Mackerel

The gutted mackerel
Is gutted!
Not for being a fish
Be it a common one
No beauty here
Pretty boring really
No personality
No sense of humour
Just a plain fish
Prayed from above
Prayed from below
Killed daily
Slaughtered!
Now caught by me
Gutted!
And ready to eat ….

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