Disempowerment
‘Twill be pain that wakes him from his slumber
Prodding done by the truth for reality’s sake
Lost in the lying fog so liberally encumbered
His evil heart will soon feel the ache
‘Twill be the tea that covers his liberal carcass
With the cruel flames of fire from truthful lips
Never before has there been a lashing so grievous
As millions of truth arrows strike with golden tips
‘Twill be in the shadows he’ll lurk with his mourners
Huge haunting fears that are out of control
Forcing him back into his evil cowardly corner
Where first he felt the hatred in his liberal soul
‘Twill be in the midst of his deepest darkest hours
Lashing out with hate from his heart so black
He’ll fall, broken and whimpering, disempowered
As he watches the truth fill every crack
‘Twill be the light and laughter of delight
Not the change embraced that he couldn’t sing
‘Twill be the Chosen One’s most important right
The right to be kicked out as lord and king
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