Red Stains

The blood on your hands glows of fluorescent red
This guilt you will bear forever after we're dead
Holy Water cannot wash the stain from your souls
Your defense is nothing more than lies full of holes

And the red all around, you will breathe in the fowl air
The smell of the dead lingers in the ashes of Obama care
The rock chosen to mark your grave reeks of hot brimstone
But fear not Republikills, you won't be burning alone

The representatives voting in the House and the Senate
Share the company of their minority-elected fake president
All who proudly sat on death panels across our sick hateful nation
Can't deny the red stain aglow on their soul in eternal damnation