Incendiary you are,
and of such ideas,
that tear everything apart,
yes, incendiary,
for you wield words like knives,
and you cut at the heart,
you cut at the heart,
for you are a vicious soul,
and I pity you for degrading the language,
of which you were taught,
and it is a shame,
for it does not deserve to lay in your mouth,
or upon your tongue,
and for such vicious fire and fury to come out,
and I believe,
I believe your opinions are so insular to you,
and that all you care about is you,
and to the world it means nothing,
but the bitter ramblings of someone alone,
who was hurt by the world,
and who is on a permanently destructive path,
but I cannot criticize you,
for it only makes you worse,
and it also sadly breaks my heart,
it breaks my heart to see the freedom of speech,
brought into the gutter by you,
and you are filled with your anger,
and I am sad to see,
your great determination to smash,
to smash the world apart.
