Destruction

The Liberal Destruction

Liberals open their veins of hate
Quickly adding vitriol to the mix
Again we see liberals and their fate
Transparent in their evil liberal tricks

Destructive in fracturing the economy
As they embrace the socialist way
Lacking intelligence and respect for liberty
And looking for excuses each day

Hate pumps blood into their eyes
Lying, cheating and corruption galore
Ending it all when caught in their lies
Then starting up the whole mess once more

Jumping through hoops when proven wrong
Liberal emotions rising hotter than the sun
Like elites working their power to prolong
Whining and howling, knowing the end has begun

Like boils that develop from a putrid disease
They offer nothing good or sensible
Make-believe greatness in their desire to appease
The evil for each liberal - incomprehensible

Burning up with hate as common cowards
While playing the game the only way they can
Knowing their lies pull us all downwards
As they think their philosophy is so grand

Hate destroys the liberal fool
Storming through a brainless mind
Looking to try to save their crown jewel
Causing the corruption they now have defined

A million thoughts cannot portray the results
From the utter disgust these fools bring
Whining about things they once used for insults
Turned on them as facts that hurt and sting

Liberals open their veins of hate
Guaranteeing they soon will meet their fate

The Liberal Wrong Facade

The lies upon his shoulders stood
ugly smears at all times there
from darkened heart to brain of mud
the liar’s soul lay raw and bare

For hate did split his mind not good
the evil lurked in soul’s dark place
spewed forth the lies he understood
from liberal desires not God’s grace

He repeated words from the liberal line
until he believed them too
but never did he find the spine
to read the truth, another view

The dream had become his oath
in the mirror of his brain
a dream of harmony and growth
but bruised by lies so plain

Then, one cold, frosty morning
in the shadow of his hate
he saw the picture, a dark warning
of the future and his fate
 
Satan owns this worldly sphere
from the beginning, an act of God
and any dream to make it dear
is but a liberal wrong facade
 
The lies upon his shoulders stood
ugly smears at all times there
from darkened heart to brain of mud
the liar’s soul lay raw and bare
 
He saw the works of Satan clear
he felt the hate within his seams
in this, the world he yearned to steer
lives the lies of liberals and their schemes
 
He stepped and spluttered back to see
the door fling wide from destiny
his eyes on truth so obvious, he
strained to look, to do, to be.
 
His mouth the lies unleashed
his soul thus drowned; a flying dove
swept down from heaven like a feast
as ravenous hate destroyed the dove
 
He dreamed the dreams of hateful fear
as icy claws of truth closed in
around his heart he felt death near
a life thus ended by the liar’s sin

A Baboon’s Song

It’s been a long time
a good line you’ve sent
just send out a rhyme
or simply repent

It’s twelve minutes past eight
on a Sunday afternoon
I expect you’ll create
lies for your baboon

As the sun slowly dies
and the darkness nears
I reminisce in lies
you’ve told through the years

So here I sit waiting
so strong and so brave
to read all the hating
from a fool and a knave

Yes somewhere in distance
hanging from a lib tree
a baboon sings assistance
while hating us free

He’s a toy sock baboon
with a soul full of stains
crying the hate tune
without any brains

He looks like a chimp
and acts like a whore
sounding as a pimp
when libs ask for more

Imprisoned by his hate
and his radical past
Obama’s dream fate
in November dashed

Yes somewhere in distance
hate-filled to the bone
he’ll get the real chance
to lie all alone

Comeuppance

You could hear his screech when he found what’s true
coming from the top of lungs right on cue.
You could see his face darken with fear,
the truth comes home hard when it’s not been near.
A putred smell now clings to the air
lying does that to one who doesn’t care.
The lies he told are now public domain,
revealing the hate of the liberal campaign.
The statements he made collapsed as fake,
just a bunch of lies for hatred’s sake.
A fool and a knave he lived as a podunk,
breathing in hate and spewing out bunk.
A liberal life he lived without care
until the truth came in and gave him a scare.

A normal man would change his way
but the liberal way means he’s in disarray.
He cried out loud ‘til his eyes were red,
then he said he didn’t care what the truth just said.
His liberal thoughts strayed back to his youth
when the things he was taught came from the truth.
His college days brought the hate and the strife
against the country that had given him life.
His teachers all told him that America was evil,
a boiling cauldron of capitalist primeval.
He loved the words of these hate-filled cranks,
bought them, believed them and then said thanks.
Instead of the truth he now had lies
based on Marx’s words of disguise.

Faced with the truth since he was a boy,
he rejected it outright and then tried to destroy.
But the truth is the truth and it stuck around
ripping to shreds his lies so profound.
A liberal’s a liberal and lies are his game,
truth is rejected and replaced with shame.
He now has to lie to himself as well
for the truth he’s destroyed in his personal hell.
He spins all the words to fit what he knows,
hating all others who dare to oppose.
In nervous fright we see him shake
once again bitten by the truthful snake.
He lies to himself and says it’s not true,
getting his comeuppance that is long overdue.

Burning Hot

blackened heart in a disgraced chest
beating slow with lies obsessed
integrity lost in liar’s shame
drowning out truth’s bright flame

your dirty lips claim full support
to rapist acts in Clinton’s court
a liberal’s hate and actions past
requires not you to make contrast

the ears of those who know what’s right
are burning hot from the words you recite

the truth once stood tall in the liberal vase
your testament proves your disgrace
the vase is broken crushed with hate
in the hate-filled world you want to create

my heart is sad to see you hold
this ugly hate and the cowardice cold
you’ve stated clearly that words are vile
while evil actions you meet with a smile

you call me names for words that are used
but justify actions on women abused
you voted for these actions done
yet claim you didn’t, so run, liberal, run

one-sided logic was the risk that I took
you proved me right with your vacant look
I sent you issues, concepts argued
but stone cold silence was what you pursued

the ears of those who know what’s right
are burning hot from the words you recite

Mirrored Projections

Dear brother, I suggest you do not pass
Too near that mirrored oval glass;
I fear that you will see
An idiot with the brain the size of a flea,
With lying lips that spew forth hate;
The very thing that you berate.

To look upon the image shown
Would only make you loudly groan.
Projecting hate from one’s own core
Reflects back truth in mirror’s door.
With lies that crease like wrinkled skin,
Your face reflects the lies you spin.

Obama's Dream Of Hate

He’ll ride his steed in the wind each night;
The words of the prophet will come in floods;
Hussein’s on the verge, so calm and bright;
As we hear evil singing in the distant woods;
His sweet voice sings as the terrorist broods;
Soon the infidels will feel their wrath;
As Hussein speaks of impossible math.

All things spell peace he writes in books;
And the crowds rejoice in the morning’s change;
His friends delight as common crooks;
As we honest people feel really strange
Looking as though the end is in range.
Hussein just smiles like a glittering sun,
Riding high with his steed on the run.

The morning mist brings a change indeed;
As the terrorists come with hate-filled eyes;
They cut and slash with bloody greed;
A little girl cries as her mother runs, dies.
They all now know it was a bunch of lies.
Hussein just smiles like a glittering sun,
As his minions rape and kill for fun.

His name is Hussein and for good reason;
To become the first caliph of the caliphate;
Choosing him would be an act of treason;
He’s riding high but it is not too late;
To put a stop to this dream of hate.
The hate’s not mine but from Hussein,
Down deep he knows I’m not insane.

Senseless Black

The warm glow from the truth has descended never coming back
Your mind now only a senseless black

Your emails arrive full of hate and gall
In their content I can see nothing at all

For there is nothing you can say
To keep the dogs of Satan at bay

All of your words have led you astray
But in the end they will forever stay

My eyes keep a hopeful stare
That one day you can your soul mend and repair

Once having done that the removal of chains
Will instantly be, making you sane

Truth is the therapy you need
Curing your head, making your soul succeed

The Obama Debate

When Hussein came to save us, they put him on TV,
They told us he was great, cursing those who would disagree;
They crowned him as our saviour, praising all that he would do,
Empty words and empty promises were really oh so true.

When Hussein came to see them, the liberals kissed his feet,
They never saw such greatness, in a man who was so sweet.
So they sang and danced, so full of jubilee,
For they had grown so calloused with the likes of Hillary.

If one dared to ask for truth from this savior of us all,
The liberals went unhinged and would start their loud bawl:
“You must be a racist to be so full of hate!
The truth is what he says and there can be no debate.”