When you lie out your ass
You poison America at her roots:
Remember no man’s truth can pass
Where constantly your hate shoots.
You force the truth to wing too high
Where your unnatural evils creep:
Surely the good dear folks shall die
When truth no rightful distance keep.
You have brought down the firmament
With your constant lies and hateful cheer;
You shape huge deeds without event,
And lib’ral men believe and fear.
Your worship is your liars legacy,
Which, like old idols, rots within,
And takes away your legitimacy
Now reserved for your sin.
O, you are busied with your spite,
Preparing your legacy of distrust;
Words misused will turn to blight
And dwindle to a putrid crust.
The truth, once honored, now has gone,
Your lies bring ruin and broken shards
Piling up high until your dream is done:
I have seen garbage in your yards.
This same garbage drives out the worm
The worm of truth once in your soil;
Your knotted knots of lies hold firm
Against this worm’s advice and toil.
When by you the last truth is crack’d,
And when, to grasp more power and feasts,
The truth is gone, and good is lack’d,
The hatred from you burning beasts
Shall lead you to your tomb revealed.
This worthless pit where lib’rals die,
And light and pity are concealed,
Twill be too late for truth to magnify.
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