Hate

The divisive bastards hide behind the decent, in the horrors they do in their name.
The World IS waking up, to who the enemy really IS!
It's never the worker, it's always the absconders of their GOOD Works!
The destroyers will publicly vainly wash their hands of the deeds, they commanded done.
Leaving the marred by hate to compensate, the bastards enemies.
The bastards enemies are all of us.

Those who've had enough of them.