Your lies have rolled down from your lips;
And ruthlessly strangled the truth;
And with such hate your lies eclipse,
Those you told in your youth.
Each lie you tell will serve you well
On your trip to Satan’s abode.
Don’t waste my time by your dispel
Of the truth of this episode.
Each time you lie, I prove you wrong;
But you can’t remember this fact.
You repeat the lie as if in a song
And your brain’s not really intact.
Has some dark hand throttled your spine?
Some slimy tongue slipped down your throat
Stopping the blood flow to your mind?
You're wrong for your lies and what you promote
Making you a lib’ral dote!
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