There is a holy factory in the big city.
It is white walled and white gated and white lighted.
It is simple pure and clean.
All the animals with pain in their souls come here, they tell them "please heal my pain! I hear this is where love can be made, and my true nature is found!"
The demons wear white coats and white smiles, they even have white papers that are pure and clean and can only be written with good intentions. They have beautiful words, soft words, kind words, receptionist words, lost parent words that ease the pain. Their words are so factory clean and new they feel beautiful when spoken.
They say "of course, come for the consultation" (love), "tell us about your history" (love), "how do you truly feel" (LOVE).
And when faced with an alternative of loveless life, a life of death, they whisper, with magnificent trembling in their cosmic hearts "do it to me... anything, to bring me to Love".
And so the doors close, the backs are turned, and the shades are brought down as the white light shines brighter, brighter, brighter, BRIGHTEST! The animals come out in bandage and gauze, with weary smiles, they sigh relief in the dull pain, surrounded by the fake razor smiles and lightless professional eyes.
Eventually they get up. Leaving the factory gates they stand on the podium, slowly unravel their bandages, and in the background light of white factory they reveal their true form to the world!
THE BIRDS HAVE THEIR WINGS CLIPPED DOWN TO BLOODY STUMPS
THE SNAKES HAVE THEIR FANGS KNOCKED OUT
THE CATS HAVE THEIR TAILS CHOPPED OFF AND STAPLED TO THEIR STOMACH
THE COWS HAVE THEIR UDDERS INVERTED
OH HOLY HOLY LIGHT, OH GREAT GLORY, HOW THEY SHINE WITH LOVE
SUCH SACRIFICE IN THE NAME OF LOVE & TRUTH
The other animals are shocked by this, or indifferent, or celebrate with them. But most go onto their daily nature and eventually these new animals must leave the light. When they leave that podium they return to the normal way of things. How great then is their revelation.
Woe to them for whom is changes nothing, woe if the only love they felt was in the embrace of the factory's light. The wingless birds who feel no different, the toothless dogs, the tailless monkeys who now see their sacrifice was for a fleeting moment of pride turn to deep madness.
That night when the animals are sleeping, the demons in the factory turn off the white lights, derobe their white coats, and embrace each other. They slip their red hands around their hips and bite their naked shoulders as their fabricated words and smiles fall from their faces, as masks. They desecrate the tables and halls where they wove their acts of 'love', gleeful in their lies, laughing madly.
One of them throws up the window to the cool night air, mad in wild exstasy as he turns back at those still gyrating on the smooth floor. "COME, for tonight's batch is fresh and feeble, LET US FEAST!"
They rush jumping through the window, their bat wings expanding from under their skin. They fill the sky with cries of arrogant youthful joy and they swoop over their meals and watch attentively. The animals home in their nest, seeing themselves, confronting their pain, come to the truth... they never wanted this, they wanted the light and the love and were in such desperate hunger for such a paltry sum they traded off far more than they should've. They've had had their pitiable souls scammed, and now confronting this pain the demons watched overhead, pensively to see if any hope remained. Usually those shuddering in loneliness and half-loves saw the world as as a nothing, as what it is, and not any shepherd could save them now, no catharsis can be found. So, driven by pain and folly they brandish the helpful tools and kill themselves.
The demons cry out as a stadium, as from the open wound spills out the black mist of the hopeless soul, as a cloud. They descend and rend their claws into it as it rises up to them, holding it down and tears into it like frenzied animals. Beating it, tearing it, crying from joy and laughter as they do so. Such a feast to behold! And they do so, and so, and so, and so, repeating the empty light of lying day and the nights of true black hearts.
The Love Factory carried on like this, defended and innocent. It worked on as an important and integral part of any social system like a bank, or a shop, or a mall.
Until one day a man, seeing all of this, could no longer bear to see the animals abused as such. Even knowing he would be hated, knowing he would disrupt the norm, knowing he might be hunted by demons the rest of his days, he stepped forth in front of those white gates and began by saying "No".