At the edge of the silver is a blade as sharp as some cheddar cheese ready to cut through something raw

The opposite of tender is raw like those pink chickens and the store in the store in those white packages

The sadness of those chickens as they prepare for their last day, with the sky grey you hear a boom coming from the sky

At the edge of the silver is a blade with red on it coming from the blood of the chickens

The hiding place of rain shivers underneath is cold winds and brings depression

The enemy of green hides between two bushes as well as a tree to seek shelter

Bushes sound list people moving in out and bristling gets louder and louder each time they get closer