R.I.P. Democrat Party

The Democrat Party,
Suffered an ironic, painful death.
By the same flesh eating rot,
That killed a hundred million with it's breath.

Crying horrible foul,
To the God they disavow.
And wailing louder still,
When we refuse to bow.
To what these tyrannical appeasers,
All along should have known.
The reflection in the mirror,
Is a creation of their own.

And the mulct paid,
Is the sound of chains,
And the sickly smell of clotting blood.
As these purposely ignorant fools,
Stride, heavy booted, the slimy slope to hell.
Where the lust to control presides,
And human life has no worth,
But to honor slavery's knell,
With Liberty's dearth!