Je ne suis pas

Мень Илья
Enough about love
Lets talk about hate
The only feeling
All men assimilate
The butchers are working
While cowards contemplate
Pens will not stop the knives
It is now or too late
Correctness and appeasement
Are graveyards, not a hauberk
As yesterday outcasts
Now tagged and idoled
Populist racist scribblers 
Stick infamous spears of fate 
There was a time to love
Now is a time to hate 
All scum upon this earth
The hunters in the waves of blood
The cultural corpse,  their prey
The hate that brought this day