They sit behind their screens, unseen, unknown,

In silence, festering where hate is grown.

With wicked glee they weave their wicked schemes,

And spread the poison flowing from their deviant memes.

Each word they wield a blade to twist and turn,

Rejoicing as their victims shrink and burn.

They hide, protected by their cruel device,

Their mouths all lies, their hearts a col...

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