The Serpent’s words flowing over lips
That are painted with Cultural Marxist drips
speak the common lie
that to live is to die
To keep the lies, tight and clean
The Marxist employs the old routine
of blowing smoke and ready bribes
to destroy the Christian tribes
To keep them dumb, they suck out the brains
via school and Hollywood stains
they come with news to “save”
by making us all slaves
The media whispers in our ears
“pleasure and sex will replace Jesus fears
if you’ll only listen to me
We’ll set your libido free”
The ministers warble a carefree song
“Be at peace there’s nothing wrong”
Smoothing out the bumps
for the rank and file chumps
Then raises the voice of R2K
“This isn’t our fight anyway”
And the faith lies there inert
While the male girls lift their skirts
At a distance stands a baphomet
Who chuckles with no regret
eyes sparkling with joy
at a culture now his toy
he thinks, “circus and bread is all it took
the lust of flesh, and lust of look
And now I hold all sway
And their passion is now my play”
But there’s a voice on the air
In Marxist Vanity Fair
“The King is ending the Frankfort play
Kiss the Son or perish in the way
There’s time yet to escape”
No clever talk, nor a gift to bring
requires our lowly, lovely king
Surrender is the only thing
He looks for you to sing
Now is the appointed time to plea
Now the bound can be set free
Of the sneaking snake coiled about their feet
Plying with deceit
The lies of Marx, lie like mist
they warp, spoil, and finally twist
But the Sovereign God is a Hurricane
Who blows away Marxist chains
