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The Dark Lord
All things good and va-a-aluable, all progress great and small, all folks small and ma-a-alleable, the Dark Lord ate them all. Defied the constitu-u-ution launched media attacks, abated persecu-u-ution, of Mexicans and Blacks. Colluded with the Ru-u-ussians, told 15,000 lies, shrugged off the repercu-u-ussions, discredited his spies. Caused economic ru-u-uin, impeded world trade. ’Twas all the Dark Lord’s do-o-oin’ and hence — this here tirade. Who paid off shady la-a-adies and claimed he knew them not? He’ll rot for this in Ha-a-ades and lose the wealth he’s got. Who tried to pressure Co-o-omey till Comey blew the lid? Made Alex Jones his ho-o-omey? The Lord of Darkness did! Discarded Kurdish re-e-ebels — that bloated, thievish leech! — as if they were just pe-e-ebbles on Mar-a-Lago’s beach. I could go on fore-e-ever with my remarks so snide. I’ll call it quits, howe-e-ever. Let history decide. NB. To the tune of the hymn "All Things Bright and Beautiful" (1848)
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