𝕥ℝ𝕠𝕃𝕃𝕚ℕ 𝕜𝕀𝕥𝕥𝔼𝕙 on Nostr: And I in my basement, with rope round my neck, Heard the last of the list get ...

And I in my basement, with rope round my neck,
Heard the last of the list get redacted to heck.
The blacked-out names smiled as the noose tightened sweet,
Merry Christmas, you fucks—hope the Mossad brings treats.
To Epstein, to Bondi, to the whole rotten lot:
May your “suicides” come quick, and your screams hit the spot.
Happy holidays, pedos—sleep tight in your cells…
Or don’t. We all know how that story ends well.