Ahhh.
I hope you burn in hell.
I hope your children get run over by industrial size lawn mowers.
I hope they come out like Carolina pulled pork.
And I hope they start with the feet, so the kids have to feel it the entire time.
That’s what you deserve.
And what this country deserves is 50 911s happening at the same time.
A sky full of planes.
Suicide bombers.
No no no…
That … Is what you deserve.
How audacious would it be, to believe you were the good guy?
For life?
Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle through my eye..
In time.. You’ll burn.
And I’m at peace with it
dawn 