Presently, I stand here... wondering how, We arrived at this point of disarray, And why-why-why, by God, did we allow, Our government (of, by, and for,) to stray? “Dark abyss,” say I, “It should not be this, Forefathers founding promised us Pursuit, Life, and Lib'ty... yet, unless I'm remiss, This is not that, and I'm feeling quite mute,” Bitter winds carry many words untrue, Perversely echoing 'tween canyon walls, And forgotten men have become so blue, 'Cause these twisted lies have drowned Freedom's calls, “'Til now,” says he, from 'hind my tear-soaked face, “'Tis not our path... follow me toward Grace.” - SCOTT ALEXANDER MCKENZIE
The Soothing Voice of President Trump
The Soothing Voice of President Trump
The Soothing Voice of President Trump
Presently, I stand here... wondering how, We arrived at this point of disarray, And why-why-why, by God, did we allow, Our government (of, by, and for,) to stray? “Dark abyss,” say I, “It should not be this, Forefathers founding promised us Pursuit, Life, and Lib'ty... yet, unless I'm remiss, This is not that, and I'm feeling quite mute,” Bitter winds carry many words untrue, Perversely echoing 'tween canyon walls, And forgotten men have become so blue, 'Cause these twisted lies have drowned Freedom's calls, “'Til now,” says he, from 'hind my tear-soaked face, “'Tis not our path... follow me toward Grace.” - SCOTT ALEXANDER MCKENZIE