A Bigtime Debt

Your liar’s heart needs much repair
alone it beats the blood of fear
of hate and death and all despair
no sorrow known, not one small tear

The liar lives on the Sea of Wrath
tossed to and fro on winds of spite
the weary weight of a sin-filled path
where darkened thoughts in him ignite

Your soul is busted with each lie
but press you on to this dark place
where each day truth you always deny
the burden of which you cannot face

The guilt you lay across your bed
a bigtime debt that’s always due
is no excuse for the things you said
the words you spoke that are not true

There is no light in the place you dwell
a place of emptiness with no hope
where devils dance for what you sell
and truth can’t live or even cope

No singing’s heard except the sad
wailing chants of those who are dead
you linger there as if you’re glad
that your lost soul will not move ahead

All things come round that start as lies
with clarity of an admonished truth
which catches you in a big surprise
and makes you think of you wasted youth

Yet continue you down the path of lies
Obama was schooled in the Muslim way
it matters not how you try to revise
the truth is clear and on open display

You cry and spew your hate-filled lies
without the benefit of any facts
you liberals hate and demonize
while there is no truth in your attacks