If anyone has brains to spare, it ain't democrats.
You won't find any heroes sporting white hats.
There's no D-rat Lone Ranger, to ride to our aid.
There's no plan of keeping promises made.
They're out for themselves, no thoughts of us.
They'll make room for us all, under their bus.
We're all in the way, of their communist dream.
If we awake from their nightmare, how they scream.
They mock our religion, we're mocked for our faith.
They call our Saviour, an ephemeral wraith.
They want us to have nothing, while they have it all.
They want us on our knees, thankful we can crawl.
Our lives are made miserable by corrupt policies.
The demonrat fruit, rolls far from it's tree.
It infects the innocent, young malleable minds.
filling young heads with lies, of the worst kind.
The Constitution to them is only outdated words.
They twist the meanings into something absurd.
Their flock of sheeple, then follow their lead.
Those words used to justify,  lies and misdeeds.
Their rewards are temporal, They are never eternal.
When finally collected, their reward is infernal.
A wise man will listen and follow God's path.
No amount of Satan's lucre, is a match for God's wrath.
A wise man is his own man, not a demonrat pawn.
He believes in a future, where satan's minions are gone.
D.L. Crockett -- 9/17/22