Hate Knight (Credit: att-Harin on DeviantArt)
In dishonor of the Cornell Seven. May your lives be long, inglorious, and miserable.
We’ve raised a generation of weak men,
Who pay lip service to heroes and legends
Unaware that King Arthur made his table round
So that all who sat at it were equals.
Consequence is a foreign concept,
And they whine and pine for the ‘good old days’
Because their entitled, pathetic fathers
Promised them a crown which was never theirs.
Selfish, pathetic little leeches whining in panicked desperation,
Petrified of the traditional order being overthrown
As it will lay their inadequacies bare for the world
And they will be punished for the depths of their depravity.
Generations of boys who never had their fucking jaws broken
When they laid their hands where they didn’t belong.
Yet we mustn’t ‘ruin their lives’ by making them face consequences,
Because men who bullshit apologies matter more than the women they abuse.
The same blood is on the hands of the silent,
Who dared not speak up against their ‘brothers.’
Condoning the evil is complicity in its execution.
May the echoes of your laughter and silence follow you to hell.
The weight of your sins should stay your feet forever,
And the truth of your soul should be known the world over.
And if your own mothers don’t hate you,
Then they just don’t know you well enough.
We build corrupt and rotten intuitions to carry justice,
Which would rather terrorize the victims further.
It’s easier if the accusers silenced themselves permanently
So that the living liars get to speak for the dead.
If you create a world where monsters never see justice,
Then the world will watch as they see vengeance.
A world where they do not see the inside of a cell
Will instead see them swing from branches.
Hell hath no righteous retribution like the women who suffer unending atrocities.
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