Easy To Deny

You said the lie, oh so quick,
Hateful, ugly but not a surprise,
I saw right away that you were sick,
Then, that hate-filled lie did arise.

Your belief in the lie was so strong,
You claimed the truth for which you love.
I wondered if you knew you were wrong,
But then you shouted with a figurative shove.

I know you’re wrong, the truth not near,
To say the lie as if you were the ONE.
Sometimes your ignorance, I say with a tear,
Knowing full well the hateful words will come.

It really was a lie, you ignorant podunk,
The longer you believe, repeating the lie
The wider the door for which you have sunk,
And the easier it is for you to deny.

The Depths of Hate

No greater hate can one find
than in the depths of the liberal mind
A soul so twisted with hate each night
a nightmare image transfixed in fright

The liberal hate blots out the right
to speak the truth and join the fight
His heart is blackened from sinful pain
of accepting lies again and again

Whose hateful lies blasted those
who stood their ground against such prose
Strong soldiers in a world away
that do the deeds that will win the day
 
Whose evil and cold heart so dark
slammed anyone who’d dare remark
how cowards blessed the enemy
with loving songs of sympathy

Who tried to prove he’s always right
with empty words of liberal spite
then turn around in silence cold
and make the stone in his mouth gold

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