Hate is your very own reality
secure, ugly in its simplicity
So lonely is your day and so too at night
a suckled sound from terror and fright
The hate was there when you began
your long journey into Satan's plan
You bought into the social lies
Marx so bright in your silly eyes
You grew up weak without esteem
Marx grabbed you, put you on his team
The lies he spoke you lapped in glee
in hopes they would make you free
Hate was your first burnished guide
Hate America filled up your pride
With these lies you bore no tears
in your heart there were only smears
The truth came, burning deep within your core
They bought you off as if you were a whore
Now truth stands defiantly against your words
Bush was right about Iraq and his brilliant surge
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