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Empathy For The False Prophet
Did you cast your vote for the beast who tells false prophesies?
Who casts a dark shadow erected of opulent fallacies
Erections made and paid to mistress phallus fantasies
With taxpayer dollars transferred to lands with strange currencies
As the virus greed infects love with the hunger of his lustful needs
But what is love to an empty heart filled with silver coins it bleeds
He can't be Lucifer for he was never an angel to fall from grace
Though his only empathy is for the seven sins that construct the sly grin upon his face
Murderer most fowl who lives to kill everyone before the final day
But we can create a new precedent on unelection day
Boarder children torn from their parent's arms now lost in purgatory
Too young to tell anyone of their families horror story
No soul is beyond reproach and no one above the law
Yet the conspiracy of lies blinded the majority to the truth they saw
So I pray for the day the Lord tosses his twisted form into the foretold lake of fire
The only proper burial for one filled with pride to be labeled "world's best liar"
The Nation's verdict may be told tomorrow night
But will we ever be able to undo all the wrongs that must be re-angled right?
Who casts a dark shadow erected of opulent fallacies
Erections made and paid to mistress phallus fantasies
With taxpayer dollars transferred to lands with strange currencies
As the virus greed infects love with the hunger of his lustful needs
But what is love to an empty heart filled with silver coins it bleeds
He can't be Lucifer for he was never an angel to fall from grace
Though his only empathy is for the seven sins that construct the sly grin upon his face
Murderer most fowl who lives to kill everyone before the final day
But we can create a new precedent on unelection day
Boarder children torn from their parent's arms now lost in purgatory
Too young to tell anyone of their families horror story
No soul is beyond reproach and no one above the law
Yet the conspiracy of lies blinded the majority to the truth they saw
So I pray for the day the Lord tosses his twisted form into the foretold lake of fire
The only proper burial for one filled with pride to be labeled "world's best liar"
The Nation's verdict may be told tomorrow night
But will we ever be able to undo all the wrongs that must be re-angled right?
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