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Jul 2015
All I can do
Is tell people

What I know
In my gut

What I feel
In my spirit

America is a wicked
And corrupt land
With a faltering economy

America you have lost favor
With the Almighty

Your corrupt leaders
And financial system

You ****** millions
Of unborn

The Lord is angry

This nation will collapse
The Lord judge this land

I don't care how many people
Say America's great power
And wealth will always endure

They said that of Rome as well

The Lord will be with
His people

When He judges
This wicked land

Have mercy
On me Oh Lord
A sinner
And help me
To be there
For my family
When it all collapses
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
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