Order # 11251
To The Dogs
From a righteous country to a dog
kennel with not enough
blessed souls to shovel
poop from the
cages.
One lifetime a requisite to transmute
a Majestic Land into the
opprobrious howls
akin to the
Dark Ages.
No pride molecules left in America,
no reason to get out of
bed, it is no wonder
God has left us
stranded,
If there is no change in direction,
the world will happily note, by
gosh, Freedom is no
longer; America
is dead.
Yorktown Disciple
From a righteous country to a dog
kennel with not enough
blessed souls to shovel
poop from the
cages.
One lifetime a requisite to transmute
a Majestic Land into the
opprobrious howls
akin to the
Dark Ages.
No pride molecules left in America,
no reason to get out of
bed, it is no wonder
God has left us
stranded,
If there is no change in direction,
the world will happily note, by
gosh, Freedom is no
longer; America
is dead.
Yorktown Disciple
No
pride
molecules
left
in
America
pride
molecules
left
in
America
Yorktown disciple
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