From under their rocks the demonrats crawled.
While sane folks in shock looked on appalled.
They leapt for the jugular, of our great land.
Attacking with stupid ideas and reckless demands.
The pits of Hell opened, vomiting Satan's horde.
Their weapon their tongues, a venomous sword.
An onslaught of pure evil, a stench on the air.
The good children of God, shivered with despair.
We prayed for a hero, we elected pretenders.
The minions of evil, Satan's endarkened deadenders.
They took over our towns, swept over our cities.
Our Taxes were wasted by self-serving committees.
They promised us nothing, they delivered on that.
The gates of Hell opened and out flew the bats.
The bats brought pestilence, suffering for all.
Evil edicts and mandates filled everyones skull.
Our death and destruction was for our own good.
If we resisted we were struck down where we stood.
They denied us our heroes, stifled our voice.
To sit down and shut up, became our sole choice.
We knew God looked on, we could imagine his rage.
We had one last opportunity to turn the damn page.
It's time to gird up our loins for the righteous fight.
Time to deliver ourselves from this demonic plight.
We are children of God not puppets of men.
If we care for our future, we get rid of their sin..
We must open our eyes to reality, deny Satan's doom.
Remember Christ's atonement, we can rise from the tomb.
D.L. Crockett -- 2/18/24