Lying

Lying

the liberal voices moan, we cannot grasp
their souls burning in the blast
their brains all trapped in the dark night
with cries of hate-filled anguish long past
as their souls torment over losing the fight

why has the great Chosen One to veil
the proof of the torture he seeks to tell
while hurling insults across the morning sky
he cannot possibly reveal and tell
the words of truth that the memos belie

with each breath he takes in the day light
he sends cold shivers into the night
wrapped in hate-filled words so cold
as lies that beckon loud then out of sight
covered with the lies that liberals sold

rising up as if to beg for the coming cutting
ceaseless rhythm of the red blood bleeding
the lies of the chimp creep into the sun
the ancient circle now completing
of the evil spell who’s time will come

in every soul the burning of the sun
in every heart the rhythms start to run
in every way the liberals spew their fright
in every lie we see the Chosen One
in every day a vision of the coming night

Lying