Who's knocking on your door? Jesus?
What's knocking on your door? Grevious?
How deep do we have to dig your heart
To pull the victims souls from the dark
Doesn't confession at this political point
Expose sins this man never did annoint?
In prideful filth he tauntingly walks
As Jesus and arrogance he talks
Are unconfessed sins part an illusion
To be example of spirtual confusion?
He moves quickly about in foolishness
His Earthly damange smells of piss
Do you deceive your thoughts in muse
These victims in Democratic excuse
So hard to kill this growing cancer
This man wears sins without answers
Supported by tyranny of unwavering believers
As I in sin smell the stench of this deceiver
Chips tossed of trickery now seem so grand
Cards of religion played with devil's hands
Blasphemy, he masters words of gibberish
Feeding the offering plate of oblivious
Chosen to entertain this great nation
The need to cleanse of Moore salvation
Someone Stole My Funny