The Soul That Bloats

Your saddened soul bloats out of control
Causing the ugly rants of one who hates
Anyone who opposes your socialist goal
Of destroying the nation called United States

You hate what’s right and are not afraid
To murder babies, the liberal crusade
How many times have you smiled and betrayed
The baby’s life by the executioner’s blade

You claim it’s spam when you don’t agree
But send it on when it’s a liberal plea
You cry out loud when your lies prove wrong
But refuse to admit you shouldn’t sing that song

You live in a world of make believe
Where right is wrong and up is down
You think you have the right to deceive
By words of hate you spread around

I’ve challenged you at least a hundred times
To send the proof with your words of hate
One would think you’d understand sometimes
That proof is needed when you’re in a debate

Your words are lies this I’ve proven before
Yet you repeat the same crap and sometimes more
All liberals lie like Al Gore, the whore
For a liberal like you, I’ll simply ignore