Popping Chinese balloons and robots in our sky, the plasma on the sun in a violent explosion.
Forgive them, the angry and meek, master and slave. They do not understand a mother, father, brother, sister, family, friend, love or hate.
A blade to the scalp of the globe. There is no malice or lake of skulls, it's mercy, have mercy on this overpopulated island of intellectual scoffers and disgusting religiosity of woke lazars who act as if race is the bane of their existence, skin, skin worshipers, identical to dirt-worshiping pagans and some mindless tree-god being prayed to by a savage eating the dark heart of a buffalo.
Scrape the bark, perpetual victims and the perpetual captors, none listen. Bring everyone to their knees. You love the godly and ungodly, the paramount idolaters, the ungrateful Turks and Persians, the centuries of burnt monasteries, the lovers of self and those of us who suffer with an unspeakable grief.
Stab it until your heart is content. End it not for me but for them. Mercy behaves like a razor-like thorn bush for a fugitive fox, it seeketh not her own gain, it thinketh no evil.