He we are, the restless
The doubting know-it-alls
The protectors of freedom
The purveyors of bullshit
The swallowers of lies.
We congregate,
We gather
We stoke the fires
Until they burn our very souls.
What I have in my heart is the very essence of hate
What I hold in my hands is the sword of blood
What I want is nothing less than for it to all burn down
In a blaze of flaming glory
You want ashes?
You can have them.
You want righteousness?
I will give it to you with my fist.
What I want is your face beneath a boot
Forever trodden.
Did you think the American Dream extended to you?
What do you think the American Dream truly is?
The American Dream is an orange-skinned monster
With hair plastered to his head.
His fingers are pussy-grabbers,
His lips are two sausages forming an orfice
An asshole from which shit spews forth
Drowning half a nation in fecal matter
That flows into their ears and seeps into their brains.
Nothing you can say will make any sense to me
Because I can't hear you.
It is impossible to hear
With shit in your ears.
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