Right Wing Terrorist

Sharpening their spears in order to cut deep.

The targets they aim for, as they throw.

Hurting others they do not know.

The blood soaks in their shirts, it seeps.

I can’t wash these stains.

Taking red pills to numb their pain.

They start hating anyone black or gay.

As they get used to getting away.

That cheap thrill entering their brains.

This makes me feel alright.

Alt accounts lined up, ready to be used.

Spam a faggot, kill their soul.

Hurting feelings to feel cool.

Battering people that feel abused.

Who could love me?

They feel alright, but only barely.

The feeling starts to become fleeting.

Out a faggot, fuck their feelings.

Facts don’t care for the nonbinary.

I hate myself so fucking much.

They don’t care if someone dies.

Mom’s basement is getting damp.

Mom’s basement is getting cramped.

Falling for a white man’s lie.

Slavery was our choice.

Soon, they will receive a mission.

Meet some people in their rallies.

Beating people who are protesting.

Then hide their hatred by omission.

R.I.P. Heather Heyer

Things will never be the same.

I just can’t hide all this shame.

Why’d I think this was a game?

Who hurt themselves when I called them names?

There’s only one way to go OP.

Backpack full of rifles.

I’m leaving behind the trifles.

Of a life of a right wing motherfucker

Who enjoys the voice of Tucker.

OP fucking did it.

Gunshots ring in the air.

Taking lives, fuck what’s fair.

It’s okay, I’m self-aware.

Live or die, I don’t care.

This was dedicated to the lives of those affected by white supremacists.