With gold tongue wagging all round
Making truth bend and break
He stands upon the liberal ground
From hence his lies for his own sake
Flows out to his worshippers eyes
Of tranquil lies and elegant fake
Blows by the reality of painful cries
Around his sweet and hallow lines
Swim lies of deceit and lustful intent
If one peels back the bs signs
The smell of lies be skyward sent
Against the words spoke out before
Nine thousand earmarks to circumvent
A hypocrite we can believe no more
Dear Dhimmi, with your brain dead face
There lives on earth a reality known
To those for whom truth can’t disgrace
Nor Satan with his minions shown
Can change or cover up with slime
As you orgasm in your master’s embrace
Remember well this brilliant rhyme
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