The cold caught a
fever quick, tip-toeing
around an elongated
slew of toxic cretins.
White faced and
half awake, trudging
through today's optimal takes.
Today is looking good on the killing floor!
An indiscriminate gun,
an angry white operator
on the edge of his
own gory glory,
tasting the true valiance
of spilt blood on
the face of innocence.
May the blessed violence
continue, clinging onto
the severed limbs of
forsaken brothers-in-arms.
Targeted for the beauty
of unity, masking a unique
hatred for resilience in community.
Shots ringing around the world,
with tears falling on deaf ears.
