jews absolutely love this
jews absolutely love this
Remember his name when they are begging for mercy.
be Roger Borkum average upper-middle class IT guy wife dedicates her free time to doing humanitarian work
decides to go to Africa to “help people” i support her even though i feel a little uneasy about it
she leaves last hug at the airport lasts a little too long i almost tell her not to go but bite my tongue don’t want to be racist
two weeks later i get the call they found her body beaten raped and killed by sub-saharan african savages half my world is gone in one phone call
house becomes an empty museum of her stuff guilt.exe
years pass life falls apart lose job, start drinking still talk to her sometimes when no one’s around
go downtown to meet an old friend at the bar havent seen him in a while, i need this excited.exe
hours of laughter, the first ive smiled in a long time say goodbye to friend leave bar
group of black youth starts taunting me laughing, circling, recording on phones hear one say “sneak up on him” don’t even bother running im tired man
they jump me boots, fists, everything fade in and out of consciousness they leave come back do it again
wake up in hospital can’t move can’t talk everything hurts doctor looks at me with pain in his eyes, like he already knows the ending
close my eyes think of her on that trip feel warm, like she’s touching my hand
can’t believe i’ve been beaten and killed by african american savages flatline
reunited with my wife no longer alone
https://xcancel.com/retardmode/status/1993754915605450990 https://xcancel.com/JustRightPD/status/1992458684648013881
Remember his name when they are begging for mercy.
[Roger](https://poal.co/static/images/f2c8dc94b4a4c694.png)
>be Roger Borkum
>average upper-middle class IT guy
>wife dedicates her free time to doing humanitarian work
>decides to go to Africa to “help people”
>i support her even though i feel a little uneasy about it
>she leaves
>last hug at the airport lasts a little too long
>i almost tell her not to go but bite my tongue
>don’t want to be racist
>two weeks later i get the call
>they found her body
>beaten raped and killed by sub-saharan african savages
>half my world is gone in one phone call
>house becomes an empty museum of her stuff
>guilt.exe
>years pass
>life falls apart
>lose job, start drinking
>still talk to her sometimes when no one’s around
>go downtown to meet an old friend at the bar
>havent seen him in a while, i need this
>excited.exe
>hours of laughter, the first ive smiled in a long time
>say goodbye to friend
>leave bar
>group of black youth starts taunting me
>laughing, circling, recording on phones
>hear one say “sneak up on him”
>don’t even bother running
>im tired man
>they jump me
>boots, fists, everything
>fade in and out of consciousness
>they leave
>come back
>do it again
>wake up in hospital
>can’t move
>can’t talk
>everything hurts
>doctor looks at me with pain in his eyes, like he already knows the ending
>close my eyes
>think of her on that trip
>feel warm, like she’s touching my hand
>can’t believe i’ve been beaten and killed by african american savages
>flatline
>reunited with my wife
>no longer alone
[Murder apes](https://poal.co/static/images/696d6cee61656165.png)
https://xcancel.com/retardmode/status/1993754915605450990
https://xcancel.com/JustRightPD/status/1992458684648013881
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