You lying, stealing, rogues; sons-of-bitches, Whose just rewards are long past overdue, Sycophants and new Pelosi witches, You soulless scum of Ba’al, I now beshrew, Your wicked days are numbered less than mine, I clearly see the end of you and now, By God above in thrine, you sick’ning swine, With grim resolve I here now do avow, That you shall die in lonely misery, Exposed; run out of office, house and home, Disgraced and shamed for all eternity, To hang aside that sick Mengele gnome, May all your dreams be lost in forlone hope, My only thought: We’re gonna need more rope. -Scott Alexander McKenzie
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…when the pen becomes a flaming sword...🔥
Well done.
Isaiah 49:2 ❤️
Excellent