God the Janitor
In our congress, there's a sleeper cell.
They'll not cherish our moment of silence.
For the three thousand souls that arose~
They despise the colors of our flag...
The blood that was sacrificed for their right
to talk smack and wear those fancy rags~
They've become defiantly unhinged.
They've no respect for our history; they plot and scheme to overtake.
They'll use our freedoms against us
our very way of life and liberty is at stake ~
In the bright blue skies of September.
Is when the third world war commenced.
It's time to unleash the eagle's talon
Then let God clean up the mess~
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