Seeing Red

You heard a man talking, what he said,
didn’t really like it, what he said,
so you turned to murder, now he’s dead,
I fear we’ll be seeing some dark days ahead…
…from this point on, we’re seeing red.

Minds poisoned by academy,
actually believe there is ‘hate speech,’
know nothing of being free,
taught to hate all who disagree.
media out, twisting your mind,
gaslight you to hate all kinds
who deviate from their line,
propaganda of the worst kind.

You heard a man talking, what he said,
didn’t really like it, what he said,
so you turned to murder, now he’s dead,
I fear we’ll be seeing some dark days ahead…
…from this point on, we’re seeing red.

Are you even American?
don’t think you can be again,
certainly none can call you friend,
you don’t belong amongst men,
not when you were cheering this
online, happy for the hit,
his children saw it, you dumb sh-t!
Are you still human? I doubt it.

You heard a man talking, what he said,
didn’t really like it, what he said,
so you turned to murder, now he’s dead,
I fear we’ll be seeing some dark days ahead…
…from this point on, we’re seeing red.

We know this evil will persist,
God warmed of demons like this,
but I don’t want to coexist
with damned murder-happy leftists.
Now I’ll assume, when I see one,
he’d kill me if he had a gun,
but the tipping pint had come,
and what they’ve loosed can’t be undone.

You heard a man talking, what he said,
didn’t really like it, what he said,
so you turned to murder, now he’s dead,
I fear we’ll be seeing some dark days ahead…
…from this point on, we’re seeing red.
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