A flaming liar and nothing about what’s true
With a crimson river of blood on hold
And hate boiling up and soon to ensue
The fervor of the idiots growing bold
The winds will soon sweep down and stir
The souls of the idiots and their lies
Yet might we find the truth in this great blur
Of hate and fear that no one could disguise
‘Tis sad the hate will not dissolve their crimes
Nor bring about the world they seek to make
Yet might they soon see from my many rhymes
That truth is great for those who care to partake
As their souls entwine with their little chimp
And the crimson flows across this once great land
They should trust not the devil that brought the wimp
Who thinks he is the chosen one so grand
When blood red clouds then cover us in craze
I'll to you repeat the I TOLD YOU SO phrase
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