Downside Up
Don’t linger on the mountains
Where the bombs are being dropped
Don’t gather within the city
Where heads are being chopped
Find a peaceful bunker
With a good year of supplies
Turn off the media that
Spreads those vicious lies
Beware of the guillotine
It will soon make its rounds
Surrounding your location
By the baying of Satan’s hounds
You made your bed of roses
With a pact made in hell
Where freedom has been banned
And no justice to prevail
You wanted him, you got him
He cares nothing for your kind
A blasphemy in motion
Just messing with your mind
Divisiveness is prevalent
His symphony an elegy beat
For now come his minions
And they are burning up the street
Look up to the heavens
And plead for His grace
To rid all the evil mongers
and
Leave nothing of their trace
Either that or turn up the volume of his rhetoric
And forget who you are…
An American that's fed up
By Bubby
© 2012 Bubby
(All rights reserved)
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