The Devil's Torment

My lame and podunker brother,
With proof he lies as no other,
Still sends the lies of hate so vile,
Matching again the lib’ral style.

Despite the truth to him revealed,
Skips over facts as if repealed.
Sees only hate through liar’s eyes
Rejecting the truth in full despise.

Where now the darkened heart resides,
Lives fast the symbol that provides,
The hate that chides his mortal soul
In savage lust for lies his goal.

His soul’s remorseless book of lies,
With each new email multiplies.
His frantic breath keeps up the rave,
That lies are good and proves he’s brave.

As articulate as a slab of stone
His words are worthless and unknown.
He reeks of ash from burned out scorn,
A sweaty-toothed mad man, hate worn.

Against the truth he lives and stands,
Hateful bile pouring from his glands.
His words are couched in ugly vent
Proof of a soul in the devil’s torment.

He cries out loud with all his might,
Iraq is lost, there’s no need to fight.
He screams about the evil war.
As for the terrorists he does adore.

For him the bird in Iraq was phony,
Just a plastic piece of Bush baloney.
It doesn’t matter the bird was eaten,
The truth for him will never be written.

Against this void of human tolerance,
There is no truth among such ignorance.
Think you twice, before you join this cause,
A cause of hatred, lies and full of flaws.

Accept these facts for what they are,
As real and truthful as the great north star.
Cast not your pearls among such swine,
They are a scourge causing their own decline.