Oh, putrid soul so drowned in hate and lies,
Cowering before the toes of the obamanation.
Your guilt leashed to the babies’ cries,
As you spew forth your lies and corruption.
Truth, if it be found, you stomp into the grass.
With knives and forks into their brains aghast,
Filling the crimson baby flood as you surpass
The ugly rants in this evil from your past.
A coward, craven leper casting fear from below,
Onto those who refuse to follow your evil bent.
The future of your way in the hellfire you will go.
The voices of the dead gives daily your torment.
Dance now, lover of deceit
For the end will define you: dead meat!
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