You all want to whine about the
“tolerant left,”
when suddenly you get what you’ve been
begging to get.
You thought I was angry before?
Well hold onto your asses,
‘cause I’m in the mood to play
Lacerate the Fascist.

You might call that an act of intolerance.
I just call it a natural consequence.

All we wanted was to be left alone to live our lives in peace,
but you took your antiquated hate to our neighborhoods’ streets.
So now you can lie in the bed that you’ve made,
and keep digging the hole that’s your own shallow grave
while you bah and you bleat
that we should try to understand.
Eat the boots on my feet,
you don’t get a second chance.

We said tolerate each other,
You chose elimination.
So take it.
You wanted a culture war? Well,
Congratufuckinglations.
You’ve proven your point.
We cannot coexist,
so we’ll have to root you out
of our world like a sickness.
You get what you gave: judgment,
condemnation, scorn.
In a couple decades when you’re gone, we won’t mourn.

If there’s a god, you better hope
He’s a nicer man than me
and believes in forgiveness,
second chances, and mercy.
Because if it were left up to me to decide?

You’d all burn,
full stop. Maybe then you would learn.