I think our buddy hung him self he is no where around

Trolls and Shills

Trolls and Shills have certain skills
They use with dark intent.
To undermine and obfuscate
With sophistic talent.

Truth they turn upon it’s head
Love they turn to hate
Hate they love and truth despise
Destroy but ne’er create.

They’ll ridicule and call the fool
The man who dares to seek
Truth, justice, honesty
And for these causes speak.

“Truth” they cry and “Facts” demand
But when they are provided
The proof ignored, belittled,
The facts they’ll be derided.

For Trolls and Shills will use their skills
To see that truth remains
Hidden, kept for keepers
In shadowy domains.

There’s little hope for reason
With souls as dark as they.
For Trolls and Shills are truly lost
And lost they’ll surely stay.

Hate them not, but pity them
For what these poor souls lack
Love and truth they’ll never know
While demons ride their back.