Poem by Steppenwolf

The following is a poem by incels.co user Steppenwolf

"Once upon a misty daytime,

I was sipping on worlds sorrow,

What I feel shall not be tomorrow.

Seeking ways to drop the sadness,

Sadness goes and anger comes,

Turning all around in madness,

Heavy feeling in my lungs.

Entering the tree field,

Surrounding masses,

The plant revealed,

My hand it crashes.

Crashes once,

Crashes twice,

I feel my bones,

I feel like ice.

Red hands, poor trees,

Not my fault dear wood,

The anger it flees,

Lol I'm rude"

—Steppenwolf

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