Sounds of derision flowing, being spouted by communistic demo-
crats and their socialism bent, wishing they would just dis-
appear into the woodwork like the cockroaches they truly are.
Needing to drain the swamp entirely of their deranged and bar-
baric ideas once and for all, gathering together, uniting as
one under the American flag.
Standing for our freedom and God-given rights to the death,
protecting our country from all these domestic enemies hiding
like cowards behind coattails of dirty and corrupt politicians.
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