A Danger Posed

Christian Nationalism poses structural, democratic, and cultural dangers to America’s secular, pluralistic society, primarily because it seeks to fuse a single religious worldview with civic identity and governmental authority.

Across multiple independent analyses, researchers consistently show that Christian Nationalism correlates with anti‑democratic attitudes, exclusion of religious minorities, authoritarian governance, and erosion of constitutional protections.


I wrote the lyrics for “Usurpers in the Pulpit” to highlight America’s dangerous drift towards Christian Nationalism.

I used Suno to set the lyrics to music under the artist profile Sapient Rain.

Sapient Rain is a musical project that blends human creativity with artificial intelligence. It is a collaboration between writer/lyricist Geoffrey Reilly (me) and the AI music engine, Suno.

“Usurpers in the Pulpit” will be available on music streaming platforms on June 1st, 2026, but you can listen to it today on Suno.

Usurpers in the Pulpit

They pray in Megachurches
In the heartland on a hill
With Mic’d-up MAGA pastors
Pushing lies and poison pills

The preachers fret to scare you
but tell you God is on your side
The trap they set ensnares you
And takes your lost soul for a ride

After wine and half-truths whispered
And communion wafer snacks
The paid-for-MAGA pastor
Launches fascist-fueled attacks

In alliance with the devil
In accordance with their greed
Usurpers in the pulpit
Twisting sermons into screeds

Pals in persecution
The grievance-driven crowd
Bathed in absolution
And a bigotry allowed

The violence that awaits us
Is sectarian in its hate
Gun toting bible thumpers
To make the US Great

They’ll legislate their creed
And burn the rest in smoke and ash
Put their ten upon the wall
Tossing yours into the trash

In alliance with the devil
In accordance with their greed
Usurpers in the pulpit
Twisting sermons into screeds

They’d rather force you to your knees,
Than let you worship as you wish
Live your life by their decrees
And Donny T as your commish

It’s not about the Magi
Or the Christ child in the manger
but how Jesus loves America and
beware the stranger danger

Look at who they’ve chosen
to be the leader of their flock
an impetuous empty vessel
who has never taken stock

In alliance with the devil
In accordance with their greed
Usurpers in the pulpit
Twisting sermons into screeds

Words to be Heard – Music for the Midterms

Protest songs don’t pack the societal punch they once did.

In an increasingly fragmented music culture, political activism has moved away from the record studio onto social media platforms. Factor in growing corporate cowardice and social cultural fatigue, and you’ve got an inhospitable landscape for protest songs to take hold and flourish – and that’s a fucking shame, because if there was ever a time for unifying the power of music against political corruption and maleficence, it’s today.

People who follow me on Instagram or subscribe to this blog might know about my musical project “Sapient Rain,” where I use the AI Music Engine Suno to showcase my poetry as song lyrics. They also likely know my deep displeasure with America’s turn towards fascism under the criminal Donald Trump.

For the Sapient Rain project, I’ve dropped two albums and multiple singles on Spotify, Apple Music, and YouTube Music, and nearly half of the songs protest the intellectual, emotional, and physical carnage that Donald Trump, his poisonous MAGA minions, and the feckless cowards in Congress have visited upon America and the world.

For me, Donald Trump is the unwanted muse who creeps into my thoughts whenever I hear him babble incoherently about subjects of monumental importance to humanity, forcing me to put my pen to paper.

Believe me, I’d rather be writing about other things.

In the next phase of my Sapient Rain project, which I am calling “Sapient Rain – Humanized,” I’ll be looking to work with actual musicians and singers on these songs, inviting them to take my lyrics and create their own renditions.

Until then, and for the upcoming 2026 midterm election, check out these protest songs (my lyrics, Suno’s music).

Feel free to share them with friends or comment on them here.

Song Title and LinksOverviewFavorite Lyric
Liar’s Spit and Gravel  

Listen free on Suno

Stream on Spotify


A grunge-infused rap about the callousness of Donald Trump and a cabinet stocked with cronies and sycophants.

The song is desperate plea for the emergence of true leaders and strong voices like Dylan, Bobby Kennedy, and Martin Luther King.
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
Weed Killer  

Listen free on Suno  

Stream on Spotify
An unplugged-alternative-rap about the abusive, lying, war criminal-pedophile and the supporters who enable him.Redacts his name from the files

Flips the script like Simone Biles

Shames the victims starts a war

He’s got no values at his core

Donny on Dementia

Listen free on Suno

Stream on Spotify
A post-punk-new-wave ditty about the cognitive decline of our commander in chief and the need to invoke the 25th amendment to remove his sorry ass from office.
I have no idea what I’m doing

You’re all paying a steep price

I miss the days when I was screwing

Instead of being Jesus Christ



On the Other End of Rockets

Listen free on Suno  

Stream on Spotify
A dire song about the human consequence of war.We’re living in a danger that gets darker by the day

Drifting further from forgiveness

alone inside our passion play
A Message from Michelle

Listen free on Suno
 
Stream on Spotify
A hard rocking song about the need for fresh blood and ethical leaders to counter the explosion of crass grifters and incompetent know-nothings ruining our country and putting the rest of the world in grave danger.  We’re appalled at what he’s normalized the hatred he’s unfurled

Embarrassed by the crassness that he vomits on the world

We truly feel abandoned Like our voices are not heard

As the beatings and harassment strip us from our words
From Maine to Minnesota

Listen free on Suno  

Stream on Spotify
Inspired by the violence that ICE agents perpetrated on communities in Maine and Minnesota and the need to stand up against the fascist tactics of ICE.
Full mags and clips they carry chips
of grievance on their shoulder

The hateful raids of ICE brigades turn citizens to soldiers
Strung Along

Listen free on Suno 

Stream on Spotify



Inspired by the murders of Renee Good and Alex Pretti, this song laments the cowardice of republicans in congress, while preaching on the value and importance of peaceful protest.
It’s remarkable how neatly this all falls apart

In a congress full of cowards with hate inside their hearts
What Would Jesus Do?

Listen free on Suno

Stream on Spotify
A song about the hijacking of Christianity by the MAGA movement.

Shame on those motherfuckers.
We’re bastardizing Jesus ignoring what he said

not welcoming the stranger terrorizing them instead
Barbarians at the Gate

Listen free on Suno  

Stream on Spotify
A warning about what happens after Trump exits the earth for good – because lets face it, he’s provided a blueprint for autocracy in America and there are plenty of crooked politicians waiting in the wings to take over the brand.The despot is dead he’s pushing up daisies

but there’s a fresh bumper-crop of the morally hazy

With a blueprint for hate tightly clenched in their hand

they arrive at the gate to take over the brand
I Wanna to Bomb Iran  

Listen free on Suno
I wrote these lyrics originally to be sung to the tune, “I wanna Hold Your Hand” by The Beatles well before Trump launched his illegal war against Iran.When Bibi hugs me I feel happy inside

It’s such a feeling that I scream genocide! genocide! genocide!
The Ballad of New Bobby and Joan

Listen free on Suno

Stream on Spotify
If only there were a couple of angry folk-inspired musicians crisscrossing the country, spreading the word about a corrupt administration at small concert halls and clubs where Americans gather – if only.This is the ballad of new Bobby and Joan Fender guitar-lords with truth microphones

This is the ballad of new Bobby and Joan bending their chords to the story they own
Hey Fascist, Catch

Listen free on Suno  

Stream on Spotify
The lyrics are from a poem I wrote after the Charlie Kirk assassination. It’s about how dangerously divided America is and the potential for spiraling political violence that seems increasingly likely in the second Trump term.We ought to run from martyrdom not pin it to our chest not canonize the hateful guys who scream that they know best
The Orange King

Listen free on Suno

Stream on Spotify
A rockabilly humdinger about the dangers of blind obedience to a power-thirsty politician who cares only about himself.

Sound familiar?
A congress full of weaklings’

cowards one and all
afraid of the dull shadows that they cast upon the wall
Oligarchic Kings

Listen free on Suno

Stream on Spotify
Intended to be belt-out in anger, this classic rock inspired song warns against an oligarchy overtaking American Democracy.Oligarchic Kings are here to clip your wings

to wrap a rope around your throat to cast dark shadows over hope

to crush your dreams of better days

to dress your colors in shades of greys
The Orange Morass  

Listen free on Suno  

Stream on Spotify
A song about a nation under the control of a bigoted, thin-skinned, criminal liar.

He’s the tear in the fabric that holds us together

He’s the kink in the hose, and the blood on the feather

He’s the drip in the faucet that keeps us awake

He’s the menace in orange a thug on the take
Get a Load of Elon

Listen free on Suno  

Stream on Spotify

I wrote the poem “Get a Load of Elon” after seeing the sickening footage of that smiling dirtbag laughing it up and swinging a chainsaw around like some fake-ass efficiency hero.

Fuck that guy and everything he represents.



Killing all the agencies that assist the weak and poor  

Indiscriminate firings Pushing veterans out the door  

“Hey this what we sold you no need to be so sore”

and he smiled a shitty grin at the blood that’s on the floor

If you haven’t had a chance yet, please check out my book, My Paper, My Words: Rantings from a Progressive Boomer and Peeved Parent, from Amazon. And if you feel moved to write a review of the book, on Amazon, or anywhere else, I’d be honored.

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.

“Along the Avenue” By Sapient Rain

Sapient Rain is a musical project that blends human creativity with artificial intelligence. It is a collaboration between lyricist / writer Geoffrey Reilly and the AI music engine Suno

“Along the Avenue” is coming to music streaming services on 05/11/2026. You can listen to it today on the Suno Website here.

Along the Avenue

We’re dancing in a dreamscape
of Dali clocks and limes
there’s cube-cheese
and fresh green grapes
and discussions of true crime

Life flutters in the milkweed
orange, white, and black
through the shutters
there’s a silkscreen
by the artist Halifax

Hear the TV in the kitchen
its tuned into cable news
In the bedroom
someone’s bitchin
about Kidman and Tom Cruise

We skinny dip with time
we’re drowning in her wake
get tangled in the vines
at the bottom of the lake
Our transience prevails
no matter what we do
sleepwalking on the trails
along the avenue

Cut by the sculptor’s chisel
we lie bleeding on the sand
the eye-spark starts to fizzle
when time grips us by the hand

We live on as dusty photos
in grainy videos online
YouTube provides a mojo
transcending the sublime

tell me what we’re doing
cuz I haven’t got a clue
alabaster armless statues
on burnt lawns of Timbuktu

We skinny dip with time
we’re drowning in her wake
get tangled in the vines
at the bottom of the lake
Our transience prevails
no matter what we do
sleepwalking on the trails
along the avenue


If you haven’t had a chance yet, please check out my book, My Paper, My Words: Rantings from a Progressive Boomer and Peeved Parent, from Amazon. And if you feel moved to write a review of the book, on Amazon, or anywhere else, I’d be honored.

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.

“Donny on Dementia” by Sapient Rain

Sapient Rain is a musical project that blends human creativity with artificial intelligence. It is a collaboration between lyricist / writer Geoffrey Reilly and the AI music engine Suno

You can listen to “Donny on Dementia” on the Suno App or Website here.

Donny on Dementia

I’m living with dementia
Life’s a grandiose summer cruise
Higher prices at the gas pumps
Let’s take an oval office snooze

I’m making up equations
A percentage paradigm
I got yes men all around me
To cover up the crime

I don’t know what I’m doing
I’m lost and all alone
With me in charge, the world is stewing
CAN’T TURN THE CAPS OFF ON MY PHONE

I’m Donny on Dementia
I don’t know where I am
A Commander in Absentia
My mind is on the lamb
Please invoke the 25th Amendment
To end this tragic scam

We’re trapped in his dementia
Like the tankers in Hormuz
Kash Patel has lost his marbles
Pete Hegseth wants some booze

They call me doctor Jesus
I think that’s kind of cool
The resolute desk
Is my safe place
Where I scribble and I drool

I have no idea what I’m doing
You’re all paying a steep price
I miss the days when I was screwing
Instead of being Jesus Christ

I’m Donny on Dementia
I don’t know where I am
A Commander in Absentia
My mind is on the lamb
Please invoke the 25th Amendment
To end this tragic scam

People try to shoot me
I’m in the Epstein files
Normal thoughts don’t suit me
I dream of glory and Sieg Heils

Phonemic paraphasia
I don’t know what that is
I hate shit holes like Nambia
I aced my IQ quiz

I’m sleeping till eleven
I pace around all night
I often think of heaven
And flying purple kites

I’m Donny on Dementia
I don’t know where I am
A Commander in Absentia
My mind is on the lamb
Please invoke the 25th Amendment
To end this tragic scam


If you haven’t had a chance yet, please check out my book, My Paper, My Words: Rantings from a Progressive Boomer and Peeved Parent, from Amazon. And if you feel moved to write a review of the book, on Amazon, or anywhere else, I’d be honored.

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.

The Writer

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


If you haven’t had a chance yet, please check out my book, My Paper, My Words: Rantings from a Progressive Boomer and Peeved Parent, from Amazon. And if you feel moved to write a review of the book, on Amazon, or anywhere else, I’d be honored.

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.

Liar’s Spit and Gravel

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


If you haven’t had a chance yet, please check out my book, My Paper, My Words: Rantings from a Progressive Boomer and Peeved Parent, from Amazon. And if you feel moved to write a review of the book, on Amazon, or anywhere else, I’d be honored.

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.

On the Other End of Rockets

Music by Suno, Lyrics by Me, Song for You

On the Other End of Rockets

On the other end of rockets,
the receiving end of fear
grieving mothers clutch their lockets
cry alone in their despair

Through a thin white haze of wonder
on a wanton sky of blue
we hear the angry hiss of missiles
and the dropping of the shoe

We’re living in a danger
that gets darker by the day
drifting further from forgiveness
alone inside our passion play

On the other end of rockets,
more than a thousand miles away
I see death and devastation
a broken world in disarray

Through a thin white haze of wonder
we sail a sailors sky of red
we hear the stony praise of martyrs
marching through the streets of dread

We’re living in a danger
that gets darker by the day
drifting further from forgiveness
alone inside our passion play

On the other end of rockets,
through the smell of burning flesh
where revenge is forged in fire
and fierce hatred is professed

Through a thin white haze of wonder
our screen slowly fades to black
we see the folly and the blunder
of a full-blown sneak attack

We’re living in a danger
that gets darker by the day
drifting further from forgiveness
alone inside our passion play


If you haven’t had a chance yet, please check out my book, My Paper, My Words: Rantings from a Progressive Boomer and Peeved Parent, from Amazon. And if you feel moved to write a review of the book, on Amazon, or anywhere else, I’d be honored.

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.

Weed Killer is Live on Streaming Services

“Weed Killer,” the latest single from Sapient Rain, is live on Spotify.

Sapient Rain is the artistic collaboration of writer/lyricist Geoffrey Reilly and the AI music engine Suno.

You can listen to the full single for free on Suno, here.

Weed Killer

Bondi, Noem,
and Stephen Miller
Spreading lies
like Dow weed killer
Pushing pawns
and playing games
Breaking laws
like Jesse James

Congress cowers
in the corner
Pulling plums
like grown Jack Horners
State their case
loud and clear
Spreading hate
and tilling fear

Pardoned crooks
and forced compliance
assaulting facts
with pseudo-science
Throwing tantrums
hiding crimes
prepping hard
for the end times

When he’s not
abusing children,
he’s dropping bombs
on their school
Let’s turn the corner
On excusing
Stop propping up
this fucking tool

Truth denier
anti-Vaxxer
doesn’t matter
what the facts are
Pedal lies
igniting fires
Hide behind
the razor wire

Chasing migrants
in the street
masks instead
of hoods and sheets
Suppressing votes
and sinking ships
Lies like lipstick
on their lips

Vladimir and Xi Jinping
Bibi, Don, the ding-a-ling
Divvy up the map and riches
Prepping graves
and digging ditches

When he’s not
abusing children,
he’s dropping bombs
on their school
Let’s turn the corner
On excusing
Stop propping up
this fucking tool

Repeat the lie
until its true
Go on Fox
and blame the blue
Hug the flag
promote the bible
Toe the line
and keep it tribal

Redacts his name
from the files
Flips the script
like Simone Biles
Shames the victims
starts a war
He’s got no values
at his core

When he’s not
abusing children,
he’s dropping bombs
on their school
let’s turn the corner
On excusing
Stop propping up
this fucking tool


If you haven’t had a chance yet, please check out my book, My Paper, My Words: Rantings from a Progressive Boomer and Peeved Parent, from Amazon. And if you feel moved to write a review of the book, on Amazon, or anywhere else, I’d be honored.

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.

New Single from Sapient Rain is Live on Spotify

“Chrome Covered Rosebuds,” the latest single from Sapient Rain, is live on Spotify.

Sapient Rain is the artistic collaboration of writer/lyricist Geoffrey Reilly and the AI music engine Suno.


If you haven’t had a chance yet, please check out my book, My Paper, My Words: Rantings from a Progressive Boomer and Peeved Parent, from Amazon. And if you feel moved to write a review of the book, on Amazon, or anywhere else, I’d be honored.

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.

New Single from Sapient Rain is Live on Spotify

“Man of No Importance,” the latest single from Sapient Rain, is live on Spotify.

Sapient Rain is the artistic collaboration of writer/lyricist Geoffrey Reilly and the AI music engine Suno.


If you haven’t had a chance yet, please check out my book, My Paper, My Words: Rantings from a Progressive Boomer and Peeved Parent, from Amazon. And if you feel moved to write a review of the book, on Amazon, or anywhere else, I’d be honored.

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.