So there was some silly shit. Some fankids putting together a video of how Trump is God chosen (not to mention those that sing him songs too) … I did just say silly shit right?
My response in a bit of a tune … (just an instrumental bed I found that I liked, fast and with room for too many words … yay)
Cheers Kevin MacLeod and thanks for the perfect tune that was in my head.
So back in ’46 when God took a break
After world at war that had so much at stake
He blinked for second and before he knew what
A Fred had had a son who would think he the one
To lead his people to some new promised land
But a one where democracy could no longer stand
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Well God said then I hope this ain’t a mistake
Just wanted take a sec and a little wine break
But future he could see at the hands of Fred’s son
Who’d find ways to rake in some new fresh coin
And adulation
From every sunup
From those just off a turnip truck
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He’d think Prez down escalator to ride
A gold idol though behind God he’d try hide
He’d play up charlatans and God speaking Jakes
They’d get in prayer circles hoping then just to fake
His true Christian values that could be on the take
For just the right price
New discipes would buy right?
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But then he got sold
On all he was told
And started to believe that God had foretold
That he was the chosen of new myth of old
Reality of course now it be on the run
At Rally’s he’d exclaim oh what such fun
To smite the nonbelievers
Who’d soon be cursed ones
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Then God said oh me just what have I done
Can never take a God damned break no matter the fun
Though that was fine wine worthy even of nuns
I must be on my toes truth it’s under the gun
At the hands of true believers who turn now to song
To praise an orange fraud they think’ll rise like the sun
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To deliver them a hero in a new paradise
Devoid of immigrants just gotta call ICE.
He’d be the caretaker of their righteous white world
Where enemies in fetal poses they would be curled
He’d fight off the Marxists and the fascists to boot
His projections of the enemy would be such a hoot
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To call them fascists while he’s making such plans
To make democracy a now also ran
He’d have his true believers seeing future in sight
Whatever he says conservative on the right
Not on the far left where the vermin do land
They need be threatened dead now that’s a good plan
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They say he’ll be a guy who could shape and ax
But also wield a sword though that’s quite a task
He was brave in North Korea while stepping a foot
Thankfully no bone spurs de-ferred his look
But he gloried love letters of he and an Un
Such a nice fella who could take a sweet turn
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But then he got sold
On all he was told
And started to believe that God had foretold
That he was the chosen of new myth of old
Reality of course now it be on the run
At Rally’s he’d exclaim oh what such fun
To smite the nonbelievers
Who’d soon be cursed ones
.
Then God he sat back and just shook his head
He’d said look what I’ve wrought in the U.S. of stead
I’ll surely face my wrath for what I’ve let done
And that wrath being mine won’t be as fun
I’d like me as God show discipes the real light
But they’re lost now don’t even realize their plight
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That in a den of vipers he’s the head one
Leading all the rest to follow his red forked tongue
He’d offer Eve the Apple saying speaking of tongues
Leave the loser behind I am your one
Like the naked look that you got goin’ on
Now drop the fig leaf and let’s take the plunge
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Adam … go away will ya? … busy here
You’re messing with my tiny mojo
No, God ain’t looking
D’ya think he cares?
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But then he got sold
On all he was told
And started to believe
That God had foretold
That he was the chosen of new myth of old
And his discipes he continues to mold
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They gather at his rally’s put together fan schlock
That God gave us Trump the one who’d care for the flock
A shepherd to mankind they say without jest
And surely damn you libs don’t put us to the test
He speaks of retribution he’s a man of his word
Unless you call him on it then he’ll say that’s absurd
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So God sat back in a comfy cloud chair
To look at what was happenin’ down there
And orange idol thinking he was sent by me
Disciples feel the same but just for a fee
That’s when God said I think I’m done
Back to that glass of wine yeah that would be fun
Cause though he knows he dropped the ball in ‘46
He is still all seeing and likes his kicks
Maybe kill the bottle then for even more fun
Don’t know what could happen when God gets drunk
Maybe a something to get him out of his funk
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Yo!
Angels?!
Yeah!!
I need another bottle!
And find me my files on divine retribution
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