I don’t know you!
I don’t want to know you!
But I have to if I need to know why you loathe strangers like no tomorrow.
I’m a curious boy so I can’t stop poking my nose into the mess you made.
There’s a girl who lives in the British Isles.
She doesn’t know you!
You don’t want to know her!
Yet, you cut her open and call the cops on her so they can cure her wounds.
That is no accident. You fractured her soul on purpose and pretend it’s her fault.
Where is your humanity? Are you even human at all?
Who are you to call yourself an advocate for world peace?
So I say fuck your agenda. Your stupidity can't trick me into turning against the girl.
Just because the fire you started ain’t my business doesn’t mean I can’t chime in.
When a maiden as kind and sweet as she is in danger, it is everyone’s business.
Why do you claim to be in favor of equal rights when you have blood on your hands?
A good activist must always be a good pacifist. Never are their words used to perpetrate murder.
Who’s going to stand by you when the gravity of your actions come crashing down on you?
Who’s going to shelter you when the people you speak up for want nothing to do with you?
Who’s going to survive when your puppet shows concludes?
When you drop the mic that’s rigged with a bomb that blew up the city?
Look what you’ve done!! Look what you’ve done!! Look what you’ve done!!
You didn’t wake up to smell the roses that were painted by the blood spilt from your casualties.
The lone survivor is the girl who came close to death and there you are, continuing to break her.
You’d rather be comforted by your ego than brace yourself for the consequences of your miscalculation.
You don’t know the people you’re hurting as well as you think you do.
I pray now that the girl who survived the bombing buys an enchanted shield to keep you away from her.
My hypothesis is that nobody important in your life taught you that karma is a vindictive boomerang.
I’m not known for being a social butterfly, but I know an incredibly deadly viper when I see one.