Hiding in the forests of the Net
They prey upon the fragile quietest.
I mean bullish bullies and their friends,
Vulnerable themselves yet lethal to their foes.
Their comeuppance cannot come too soon
To knit their loose ends finally
But in the mean time, END TIMES skulk
As red vengeance tears a hole in hardest hearts.
Till they are stilled, no safety and no peace
So chaos bides and wholes remain as parts.
