In the end you will be laid to rest where you belong. Bathed in flames for your hatred and your ignorance. You're the symbol of masculinity, but I can beat King Kong. I will stand up for those who suffer. I will stand up for those who have suffered, been crucified by your insecurities. You can't say what love is when you're castrated, fuckers. Hatchets castrating the fuckers. The voice that I've been given, I will use to crush bigotry and defeat intolerance. With bodies ablaze, it's sad no one's there to push you in the flames. So throw another stick in and I swear with every once of strength I have. I will burn you all alive, in the sticks lays your worthless bodies, screaming, keep fucking screaming. And with your eyeballs boiling...
Who's the fucking faggot now!?