A depraved facility

Where they cultivate human meat

Tastes so sweet

Grown from their seed

Callous, lined with tools of torture

To enthuse their lust for debauchery

Slaves shriek and screech

Such is the life of the long pigs

Breeders check the grade

Slobbering for their wicked feast

Sadistic butchers slice

While the freaks are still alive

Shameful and weak

Bred to mistreat

Pathetic herds of these bastards

Like cattle obey their masters

Brainless beasts

From infancy

They were flesh

Dull eyed

Sluggish hogs

Pallid logs

Twisted turn

Now want people not them dogs again

Total war, as the sect fights

Populace, dying outright

Turpitude, was their true bain

Left behind, long pigs remain

And just like that

A new genus is formed

Trapped inside the long pigs roam

Never knew they were human at all

On four legs through corridors

Where they spawned as a food source