Oh, liberal, you are the foulest fruit
No one dare to dispute
Your love of hate
And the lies you create
You make me sad, you make me old
A heart so cold
Liar for the Chosen One
You have yourself really outdone
I’m sure you’re happy in your lying scheme
The end of America it is your dream
These words I write are true
Hope they do offend you
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