Jeffrey Epstein sings from hell
By Donald A. Smith, PhD.
Using my lyrics and AI tools for the music and video, I created this song of Jeffrey Epstein singing from hell.
They said it was a suicide -- A cell, a sheet, some tears to hide. The cameras failed, the guards were gone, And just like that — poof! — I was done. See, I was worth more dead than alive, Too many secrets I held inside. Now I'm burning in a pit in hell. Oh, how hard and fast I fell! My consolation is that I know that others will follow me below. So let me tell you, for what it's worth, what happened when I still walked the earth. They flocked to my island, where the drinks were cold and the morals loose, Rich folks and politicians came, all claiming some excuse. "I went for the science!" "I was just a guest!" They came for paradise and left with secrets none confessed. They sold their souls when they undressed. [Chorus] Trump came smilin', Dersh came lyin', Clinton, Gates, and Andrew were sighing. Cameras rollin’, favors flowin’, Flight logs never stop showin’. You can fake concern, pretend to cry, But the plane don’t fly unless you comply. So sing hallelujah with a devilish grin. The gate to hell was built by men like them. Jeans too tight, nice surprises. Girls too young, the men got rises. I had dirt on half the Hill — Blackmail’s just a kind of skill. They all sipped guilt from crystal flutes, While saints and sinners traded suits. And the media? Oh, bless their boots. They called me “charming.” Ain’t that cute? But I wasn’t just a hedonist — I ran a little business, Cameras in the picture frames. What bliss! Mossad was thrilled and said, “Make sure you film it well.” A mansion full of honey traps, into which so many fell. They call it blackmail — I call it my little lever. I thought the gig would last forever. [Final Chorus] But the CIA got wind of the matter. To Satan they handed my balls on a platter. Hey, lords and moguls! For you as well, There's a room reserved for you in hell. Your body will sizzle where the brimstone burns, While justice sleeps and the planet turns. So raise a toast to the lies you sell— You built a runway straight to hell.
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