They pretend that they all follow Jesus
from their necks, hang gold crosses from chains
But their bastardized form of religion
is a poison that runs through their veins
Their own version is hateful and angry
fearing all that they don’t understand
So they seek to remain in a bubble
isolated from all that they’ve banned
Each accusal is simply a cover
for the crimes that they daily commit
Every time that they wish to blame others
it turns out it’s a true MAGA fit
All their lies are a constant diversion
from the fear that they feel deep inside
Be it gender, religion or color
they choose bigoted hate as their guide
There’s a fight that’s been brewing for decades
it’s a coup to be framed as a steal
Because MAGA are reborn Confederates
and they never will change how they feel
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