Of Liberal Gods

Hey, let us walk from liar to liar,
From their hate-filled hearts of evil delight,
To the halls of power with satanic desire,
Too good am I to join such endless blight
Asking how to gain the power of old
By speaking their lies for mounds of gold.

For them to feel is better than to know,
And truth is a spurious, useless heritage,
One pulse to feel - the truth! They told us so.
They state this fact as if from the sage:
Vex not they soul with dead philosophy,
Trust not the facts but what the heart can see!

Do you not hear the lying liberals assail
Like water stagnant in a broken jar,
So putrid it smells from fermented urine pale,
That stinks high upon the clouds so far
The facts not heard from such a smelly tune,
Hear how they lie from within the liars’ swoon.

Huge lies, from the lips of liberal’s shallow dream
The fallen men no matter from freedom’s breeze
Captures the weak podunker in its theme.
Of all the soulless, evil ideas of man’s endeavour
The liberal one, the vilest, a festering sore.
Alas! The liberals will give naught a care for their eternal store.

For these same liberals have sick and evil grown
Of truth and evidence,— they dare not please.
For when the lies of satanic plans become known
By pain or prayer or truth, they’ll never on their knees
Ask for anything other than the foulest ill
Befall those who dared to oppose their evil will.

They sit at ease, these liberals they sit at ease,
Spreading their lies to reach all mankind,
They smile the liar smile of a cold disease
With an endless line of those who they find,
Doing the deeds of the very ones they knew
What evil things the heart of man could dream then do.

And far beneath their exalted stand, they see
Like annoying gnats the crowd of other men,
The worth of which they grow so weary
Back to their selfish haunts they turn again
Kissing each other’s mouths, in prideful feel,
Their lie-induced harmony covers the truth they dare not deal.

There all day long the liars sing their song,
Their podunker, stands with his eyes a-blaze,
And when the evil web of lies are spun
He laps them up through a crimson haze
Of blood fresh from those who played the tune
And did the evil things from within the liars’ swoon.

There comes the Clinton Queen upon the liar’s steed,
Her huge black lies flowed down like putrid crust
Of day-old slime, while the one who tried with her to breed
Leaps up and down sucking at her urine dust,
His greed surpasses even hers, as if he too can share
All the young girls available for her so fair.

There in the side room of the liberals’ boast
King Obama, all his names he tries to hide,
His warm black body for the guilty pose
Which would be white but loses all its pride,
Laughs low for this joke, a stealthy al Qaedist
As he peers through evidence of this evil bliss.

O think of it! The enemy within the gates wide
To whom we can all run and give great fawn,
The Uniter, a true spirit of diversity to turn the tide
Who’ll lead us through to the morning dawn.
Upon his name, shall it not be more clear?
There was no war and that is what we all shall hear.

But for this dream of certain end, reality burst out
And with it the terrorists, for the war will show
That the liberals are liars, beyond any doubt.
As their lies cause the deaths by thousand grow,
They paint their lies on the backs of the dead,
Which to us the real Americans, we’ll vote for FRED.