Please God,
I bow my head and I ask
As I refuse to wear a maga mask,
Please show the weak the fraud.
If it be in your mighty will,
Please save this land from those who are weak
The ones who are gullible and truth they never seek,
Please, heal.
Please God,
Open their eyes so that they may see
A branch from a tree,
The true soul and not the facade.
Please, let them know about this land,
That you created it all
It's them that will cause this country to crumble and fall,
Please, understand
Please God,
Please save our country from the ones who seek to destroy it
The greedy, the wealthy, the racists and the hypocrite,
Please show them your mighty rod.
Please take away the sin,
That's now residing in every man's heart
Let them know from hate and evil they must depart,
Please, Amen.
Randy L. McClave
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