Promised replica's of life and "How it could be",
preached from White house streaming live,
while murdered babies scream.
Working hard for men who lie,
Our taxes waste away.
To provide for Mom's to kill,
an unborn century.
One nation under God?
When sex is what we sell?
If Francis Bellamy saw us now,
He'd say "One nation over hell..."
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