Twinkle Little Star

Written ~ (10/03/26)
Published ~ (Unpublished)
Uploaded ~ (10/17/26)

"Stupid Fucking Faggot
You wanna suck my dick, you little maggot?

Slam your head into this wall
Maybe let you taste and lick my ball?

Absolutely vile and wretched
Too many ways to dispatch you, which method?

Fucking fairy with your swollen ass
Sprinkle this mayo on your chest like a lovely lass

I bet you like that don't you?
Dreaming it was semen, you twinkly foo foo

Tea-bagging your face with this sharp stone
Laughing at you while you slobber your own blood and groan

You like it rough, huh? I'll just rip off your clothes
Leaving your battered body bare so everybody knows

You little faggot with your asshole now bare
Shoving sticks in it—don't act like you don't want them there

Watching your swollen face cry
This will man you up, teach you how to be a true guy

But you're a little fairy, to be a real man, you're not worthy
You just wanna suck someone's knob, nice and dirty

Looking at you crawling on all fours in a hurry
Looks like you got practice in that pose, you a fucking furry?

I bet you are, you little bitch
I bet you wish you were in a furry sandwich

Slamming your face in the ground
Stomping your jaw anytime you make a sound

Rolling you over, mouth full of gore, eye almost busted out
Slamming that stone in your face and your ugly pig snout

It's funny to hear you try to make moaning sounds
What the fuck is that anyway? Some gay call for the faggots to come around?

Maybe one of them little princesses you love to fuck will come and take you away
Because there ain't no real men in your little princess pond, you ass-loving gay

Your bleeding ear drums, maybe too deaf to hear what I just said
I'll leave you here, in the rain by the sidewalk where you were, now left for dead"

...Slowly his eyes open, to white lights and beeping machines
Now wearing natural tones of purple and blue, he fades in between dreams

"Those were the words reported as an onlooker saw what happened to him
The ambulance rushed him to us, he's hanging on ma'am, but it's pretty grim"

"Any idea who may hate him like this? Someone at school maybe?"
The woman barely able to recognize her son, sobbing "my little baby!"

A child lies on the table, barely able to speak, muttering what happened then
Confused, humiliated, and hurting, barely able to breathe, fighting for his life, at the tender age of ten.

Twinkle Little Star

Content: Homophobic Violence / Hate Crime

There was never anything wrong with simply existing; you were never something to fix or remake.
You are who you are, and you are and always have been worthy of defending.
You are real, you are whole… and you are not alone.

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