Half-cocked outrage shaking in the sweaty palms of the illiterate.
Triggered idiots shooting off their mouths.
Mass shooters of the Meta, warriors of the board.
Blasting and blasting until virtue is assured.
Wake us up oh tolerant ones.
March us to your promised land.
Uniformity of mind, hive-like and self-righteous.
Golden gates swinging open for the guilty,
finger-pointing sinners.
Ears abuzz with the blissful moans of ignorance emboldened.
Orgiastic pulsation of zealotry.
Crowded House of mirrors.
Enjoy your jagged echo chamber.
Stooped lakeside, in love.
You are our only hope.
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