And in the process we harm ourselves. We destroy our environment, admitting through animal...

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We tell ourselves that they have lived good lives and in the end they don't know what's coming and don't feel a thing. But they do. In their final hours, minutes and seconds There is always fear. There is always pain. The smells of blood. The screaming of other members of their species with whom they've shared their lives. Never a willingness or desire to die, but rather a desperation to live. A frantic fight to their last breath. And Never are they shown mercy or kindness. Instead, mocked, laughed at, kicked, beaten. Tossed like rag dolls or sent to a mincer because they were born with the wrong sex. Narrator:
We take their children, We take their freedom, We take their lives, sending them healthy and whole to a slaughterhouse to come out as package pieces on the other side and We tell ourselves that somehow along the way something humane and ethical happened. Narrator:
And in the process we harm ourselves. We destroy our environment, admitting through animal agriculture more greenhouse gases than any other industry, tearing down our forests and slaughtering our native animals to make room for farms