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Dressed in black, filled with purpose
He planned it all in advance
Vengeance bright, beneath the surface
Waiting for his chance

And when the bullets found their mark
He took off on a bike and made for Central Park

The man who shot Brian Thompson
Did something right that day
He rid the world of a monster
He proved that where there’s a will, there’s a way

The man who shot Brian Thompson
I hope he’s safe and sound
I hope they never catch him
I hope he’s never found

Draining healthcare like a leech
Monetizing the rot
Thinking he was out of reach
But it turns out he was not

They say to not speak ill of the dead
But what would people killed by their insurance have said

About the man who shot Brian Thompson
Would they say that it was justice served
Would they mourn for an innocent victim
Or would they feel that he got what he deserved

The man who shot Brian Thompson
He’s a glimmer of hope in the dark
Every movement begins as a moment
Every fire begins with a spark

The man who shot Brian Thompson
I hope he’s doing well
But as for Brian Thompson
I hope he burns in hell