His soul was torn and tattered
His face skewed up in hate
Each hateful dream and scheme shattered
By the truth that bore his fate
He lost the truth that mattered
While his soul was so desolate
His lies were still being scattered
By the minions he did create
A sour old man without a hope
He talked of hateful things to cope
With the truth that showed his sins
In the liberals’ garbage bins
His sleep was filled with nightmares
From his lies of world affairs
His heart was given long ago
To humanities’ greatest foe
Once given truth above it all
His pride bought the liberal lies
The hope he had for the final prize
Dimmed as he faced his final fall
A mind swamped with hate and bile
Became open to the the liberal way
There’s nothing wrong in wrong they say
As long as you’re not hostile
A man who doesn’t really care
About the truth of a liar’s hell
Will end up in the greatest despair
Living where good does not prevail
The hate and lies will become
Fuel feeding a remorseless bum
The hot fires burn for liar’s like him
So his fate looks mighty grim
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