Not my poem but needs to be shared (Mod Note: why does this scare me)

A SCARF OF RED, A HOODIE OF BLUE IS ALL THAT’S LEFT OF BROTHERS TWO, ONE WAS SHORT THE OTHER TALL, BUT NOW THEY’RE GONE, YOU KILLED THEM ALL, YOU FELL DOWN, YOU EARNED THEIR TRUST NOW YOU’RE COVERED IN THEIR DUST YOU WANTED MORE DETERMINATION SO YOU CHOSE MASS EXTERMINATION HOW COULD YOU BE SO HEARTLESS AND COLD? NOW THIS TALE OF SORROW UNFOLDS. NOW THE FLOWERS WILL BLOOM AND THE BIRD’S SONG TELL, THAT PEOPLE LIKE YOU M, S H O U L D B E. B U R N I N G I N H E L L