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I read your lies this week again
They have to be your very worst
A hate-filled heart you still maintain
I wonder when with hate you’ll burst


It was the lie of McCain’s bad word
You claim he admitted with regret
But, alas, this statement is quite absurd
He didn’t say it, you want to bet?

Buffoonery

You lied again today and I asked why
It’s not a lie if a liberal says it, you reply
Facts say otherwise you liberal goon
Facts are not relative you lying buffoon

The Brilliant Surge

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

Sleep Not Spared

Deep, deep, the evil where you lie, so deep
Neutered by the truth, the lies are piled heap on heap
With hate on hate and spite on spite
Not once have you spoken what is right
Wrong, wrong, the lies you spread with such delight

You, a eunuch of the lie, once removed from fate
Who considers what you say is once more great
Stink, stink, the lies you write, do stink
Nothing there to make a real man think
You face the truth but then there comes the blink

Run, run, you liberal, run away from  facts
Neutered by the truth, you rationalize the truth you lack
No proof you give for all your fairy tales
You, an author with all your published sales
Do not belong to the gender we call males

Smear, smear the good men on the right
Blind to truth, you rant of things with no foresight
You lied about the word you love to hear
From McCain's own lips you shouted oh, so clear
He admitted it, you stated as if you were sincere

Eat, eat, the crap you spin yourself, so cheap
For those who sow the lie, they themselves will reap
Burn, burn, the end result of what you have prepared
The lies you've shouted and the hate you have declared
Will soon return to meet you in your sleep not spared

Soul's Hate Stored

A hate-filled heart
From humans part
Lost to the deep
As in a sleep

Lies told outward
From soul’s hate stored
Defines the man
Where from he ran

You run away
Each breaking day
A coward’s plan
Not a real man

I gave a chance
A way perchance
To prove your prose
But you oppose

Your Nightmare Dreams

Your hate-filled lies go far and wide
Most come out your smelly backside
and they’re endlessly evil and so putrified

On Life’s long road you’ve lost your sight
Of honor and decency and truthful light
With words so dark to bright sunlight

I’ve proven you wrong, a thousand times
But all you do is repeat your crimes
Your darkened, hate-filled heart, it seems
Bound to Obama’s utopia ignorant dreams

Cunt-adorned visions of dirty schemes
You love it in your slander, unfulfilled dreams
The prose you write condemns your soul
To cunt-adorned visions: the ultimate poll

Big and small lies run riot in your soul
Sinking you deeper in that liberal hole
Truth and honor you’ve lost in vain
Listen, listen again!
When the final trumpets begin their screams
It will be loud and clear, your nightmare dreams

The Flunky

Dhimmi the flunky is a brainless ass
He repeats all the lies about McCain enmasse
But as for his bosses, the liberals of Hussein
Talking crap from his mouth matches the fact he’s insane

Dhimmi the flunky is ignorance upfront
If all you have is the single word cunt
Flaunt it you flunky and watch us all laugh
At a fool and a podunker, on Hussein’s behalf