I wrote these lyrics this morning in the warm pre-dawn of hope and titled them “The Writer”. I used Suno to set the words to music under the artist profile Sapient Rain.
Sapient Rain is a collaborative musical project that pairs me, the lyricist, with the AI music platform Suno.
The Writer will be available on music streaming platforms on April 19th, 2026, but you can listen to it today on Suno.
The Writer
In a thin solitude of white noise through a warm pre-dawn of hope thoughts form in the steam of his coffee through the haze of the wine and the dope
An early draft barely breathing faint notes in the margins await he approaches with cold trepidation and a fear that he’ll never be great
He knows he can’t dodge his compulsion this obsessive desire to write the rhythmic tap of the keys a propulsion that’s too hard to fight
He bears witness to the chaos around him he uncovers with truthful disdain a fact of the human condition that we’re all in emotional pain
Words structured into an arrangement together they swing and sway they help him avoid a derangement and usher the light into day
He knows he can’t dodge his compulsion this obsessive desire to write the rhythmic tap of the keys a propulsion that’s too hard to fight
My Paper, My Words is a collection of essays, stories, and poems that reflect the challenges of a middle-class husband and father trying to navigate a rapidly changing political, religious, and technological landscape of post-911 America.
I took a poem I wrote several months ago, titled Spit and Gravel, tweaked the wording, added a chorus, and used Suno to set my words to music under the artist profile Sapient Rain.
Sapient Rain is a collaborative musical project that pairs me, the lyricist, with the AI music platform Suno.
Liar’s Spit and Gravel is available on music streaming platforms on April 12th, 2026, but you can listen to it today on Suno.
Liar’s Spit and Gravel, by Sapient Rain
Carpet bombing Pedophile The trashy king Of tacky tiles Pushing sneakers Selling bibles Names all over Epstein’s files
Hawking watches Hats and tees What’s the price Of dignity?
It seems that what We value most Is the loud and proud Who like to boast About dropping bombs And making ghosts
When all that matters Is what we’ve grossed When hate and greed Are double-dosed Our nation’s veins Become thrombosed
We need a Dylan Of our own A collective moss Around the stone We need a Martin For the day To gather us To make some hey We need a Bobby To inspire To fight injustice To light a fire Where are the leaders Of today As dead as Caesar and JonBenét
Autocratic In his tone His swelled-up ego Overblown A head that’s crammed With nothing known Cuts lady justice To the bone
He snaps her picture With his phone He loves how she’s Become so prone To misogyny and Testosterone
Bibi, Don, And Vlady P Selling war To you and me Killing, stealing, And getting rich Double-dealing, Bait and switch
End-time preppin Sneak attacks Their Jesus Christ Ain’t comin back They drop his name While talking smack And stab our allies In the back
We need a Dylan Of our own A collective moss Around the stone We need a Martin For the day To gather us To make some hey We need a Bobby To inspire To fight injustice To light a fire Where are the leaders Of today As dead as Caesar And JonBenét
Hegseth, Miller, RFK, On the news To fuck my day Lindsey, Marco, And Pammy Bee Spewing lies For all to see
See JD’s Maybelline Eyeliner Trump on the hunt For vagina Wraps himself In stars and stripes Pretends he’s cool Like Wesley Snipes
Cocky, brass In midnight rants Surrounds himself With sycophants Marco, Graham, And JD Vance
As lies unfurl And we unravel As truth Gets bashed By Johnson’s Gavel The blood-soaked Trail on which Truth travels Gets paved with Liar’s spit And gravel
Fuck the Prez And his crew Screwing over Me and you He’s full of shit A fucking liar Making us The world’s pariah
We need a Dylan Of our own A collective moss Around the stone We need a Martin For the day To gather us To make some hey We need a Bobby To inspire To fight injustice To light a fire Where are the leaders Of today As dead as Caesar And JonBenét
My Paper, My Words is a collection of essays, stories, and poems that reflect the challenges of a middle-class husband and father trying to navigate a rapidly changing political, religious, and technological landscape of post-911 America.
“What Would Jesus Do?” by Sapient Rain is available on music streaming services.
Sapient Rain is a human / machine collaboration between lyricist Geoffrey Reilly and the AI Music Engine, Suno.
On a week when we watched a “pastor” grotesquely compare a convicted felon and suspected pedophile to Jesus Christ, I think this song rings particularly true, especially heading into Easter weekend.
What Would Jesus Do? Lyrics
What would Jesus do to a brownish me and you would he throw us in a cage and attack us with his rage
what would Jesus say when we choose to look away not turn the other cheek and make mincemeat of the weak
In the cold and brackish waters of America’s not great we’re drowning in hypocrisy and the riptide of our hate We’re bastardizing Jesus ignoring what he said not welcoming the stranger terrorizing them instead
If Jesus Christ came back today what would MAGA do? they’d label him a liberal and re-crucify the jew
MAGA’s blue-eyed Jesus is muscle-bound and blonde armed and deadly dangerous from heaven and beyond
In the cold and brackish waters of America’s not great we’re drowning in hypocrisy and the riptide of our hate We’re bastardizing Jesus ignoring what he said not welcoming the stranger terrorizing them instead
What would Jesus say about how we treat the poor of how open we’ve become to the slamming of the door
I think Jesus would be sick at what America’s become fanatically intolerant and lovers of the gun
In the cold and brackish waters of America’s not great we’re drowning in hypocrisy and the riptide of our hate We’re bastardizing Jesus ignoring what he said not welcoming the stranger terrorizing them instead
My Paper, My Words is a collection of essays, stories, and poems that reflect the challenges of a middle-class husband and father trying to navigate a rapidly changing political, religious, and technological landscape of post-911 America.
We’re living in a world where the rules of decorum from the office of the president have gone out the window. Decorum won’t return until Trump is pushing up daisies.
Donald Trump said he was glad that Robert Mueller, a decorated soldier and respected public servant, was dead. In true Trump fashion, he went to his Truth Social platform and posted:
Robert Mueller just died. Good, I’m glad he’s dead. He can no longer hurt innocent people! President DONALD J. TRUMP
Of course, there was an immediate backlash to the president’s comment from decent people and public servants, which was in stark contrast to the all-too-familiar silence from the testicle-free, scared-shitless Republican representatives in Congress.
After Trump’s post, I got to thinking, if I’m lucky enough to be around when Donald Trump dies, will I celebrate? Will I dance in the streets with the millions of like-minded Americans? If I do, does that make me a hypocrite for chastising the President for celebrating the death of Robert Mueller?
No, it does not.
In the same way, I would have celebrated Hitler’s death and been saddened by President Roosevelt’s death. In the same way, I would be heartened by the death of Vladimir Putin and crestfallen at the death of Volodymyr Zelenskyy. In the same way, I would have celebrated with my Munchkin brothers-in-arms at the death of the Wicked Witch of the East.
It’s natural to celebrate the death of vicious people.
Vladimir Putin attacked a sovereign nation without provocation, murdered civilians, kidnapped children, and committed war crimes. I’ll be glad when he’s dead.
In America, we celebrated the life and actions of Claus von Stauffenberg cinematically in the movie Valkyrie. Claus von Stauffenberg attempted to kill Adolf Hitler. If he had succeeded, would we have mourned Hitler’s death, or would there have been a global three cheers to Claus?
I did not feel glad or elated when Mueller, a decorated soldier and public servant, died. Robert Mueller was a decent man who served his country with honor.
Under Donald Trump, America has become the kind of nation we used to despise and oppose on the world stage — a loud-mouthed aggressor nation that denies the sovereignty of other countries and the rights of citizens and immigrants in its own, a nation that shows a blatant disregard international law, attacks the free press, bastardizes and uses religion as a tool of the state and cozy’s-up to other leaders of other authoritarian states. That is the America we’ve become, and it’s not even debatable.
To put it in a simpler context that Trump supporters might understand, Trump’s America is the Biff to Marty McFly, the Darth Vader to Luke Skywalker, the slimy Nazi general in Raiders of the Lost Ark to Indian Jones. We are officially the bad guys, and no amount of “USA! USA! USA!” chanting can cover up that fact.
And the main reason we have become the bad guy is pretty fucking simple to understand – it’s because we’re being led by a morally decrepit criminal, a convicted felon, a credibly accused pedophile and rapist, a seditionist who gave a blanket pardon to violent convicted felons who attacked our democracy. So yeah, when that guy dies, I might raise a glass.
Unfortunately for us, after Trump passes, there’s a fresh bumper-crop of the morally crazy waiting in the wings and they’ve got a blueprint in hand.
My Paper, My Words is a collection of essays, stories, and poems that reflect the challenges of a middle-class husband and father trying to navigate a rapidly changing political, religious, and technological landscape of post-911 America.
My Paper, My Words is a collection of essays, stories, and poems that reflect the challenges of a middle-class husband and father trying to navigate a rapidly changing political, religious, and technological landscape of post-911 America.
My Paper, My Words is a collection of essays, stories, and poems that reflect the challenges of a middle-class husband and father trying to navigate a rapidly changing political, religious, and technological landscape of post-911 America.
My Paper, My Words is a collection of essays, stories, and poems that reflect the challenges of a middle-class husband and father trying to navigate a rapidly changing political, religious, and technological landscape of post-911 America.
My Paper, My Words is a collection of essays, stories, and poems that reflect the challenges of a middle-class husband and father trying to navigate a rapidly changing political, religious, and technological landscape of post-911 America.
My Paper, My Words is a collection of essays, stories, and poems that reflect the challenges of a middle-class husband and father trying to navigate a rapidly changing political, religious, and technological landscape of post-911 America.
My Paper, My Words is a collection of essays, stories, and poems that reflect the challenges of a middle-class husband and father trying to navigate a rapidly changing political, religious, and technological landscape of post-911 America.
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