Deeply within the mind and body of the factory, we await the answers of our managers cries.

Not knowing why or how, we change the bolts and locks.

I refuse, the cell, to suffer the results of ignorance.

Confused by the misalignments of good and evil, labled by the many, understood by the few.

But one day, I finally recieve my due pay.

I am given the greatest rewards, beyond what I could ever say.

The funds to live, in a decent way.

~ The thought of a Raw Foodist Cell