I hate a special group of people whom their slur shall not be named.

I hate a special group of people whom their slur shall not be named, a winkity wonkity chocolate bag, a whacky bonkers choco-lat, followed by the crispy delicious chocolate train.

I hate a special group of people whom their slur shall not be named, they chocolate their way onto candy island where they meet all the cracker cookies

I hate a special group of people whom their slur shall not be named, they kill themselves with no regrets, one by one gets sinked into the ocean into shitass

I hate a special group of people whom their slur shall not be named, their race is equally hated as ours, someones calling them unnormal beacuse of their structure.

I hate a special group of people whom their slur shall not be named, their suicide rates are higher than the fatalities on the titanic and metro from cdmx line 12 deaths and injuries combined.

I hate a special group of people whom their slur shall not be named, I hate a special group of people whom their slur shall not be named.

I hate a special group of people whom their slur shall not be named, fuck

I hate a special group of people whom their slur shall not be named, pleading for help while their souls are on ones deathbed, their story is reaching the tip of termination, their deaths provoke me thrill, their deaths provoke me delight.

I hate a special group of people whom their slur shall not be named, the souls have departed this life we call wicked.

I hate a special group of people whom their slur shall not be named, chocolate.