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C’mon people, we have sunk even father out of the line, 
Romans Chapter One.
C’mon people, haven’t we turned completely mad, insane,
we don’t listen to God or His Son.

C’mon people, Christians, my brethren how long will
we suffer abominations?
C’mon people, we are held accountable to God for our
actions, it’s corrupting our nation.

C’mon people, homosexuality, really?  We allow this
trash to corrupt our God given children.
C’mon people, we are responsible to God, the Father, 
He is the giver of life, understand?  It’s God’s Kingdom.

C’mon people, all perverted nations though history
have been destroyed.
C’mon people, God clearly states love; love for one man,
one woman.  
Satan’s angels are deployed.

C’mon people, we have trashed God’s moral Laws, we
as a nation better wake-up.
C’mon people, moral compass, gays, gangs, rioters, all going amuck,
our nation should be afraid, here’s a heads up.

C’mon people, God reviles these idol trolls, evil, plagues on
this earth, created by man.
C’mon people, we are allowing Satan and his legions to corrupt
our nation, we are doomed like other lands.

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