Woe to you, America
Ichabod is your new name
Your Glory has departed
You will never be the same.
Cut off thine hair, O America
A nation that feels no shame
Like Esau you despise your birthright
Your excuses are just as lame.
Fill up your cup, America
All that's left are your boastful words
Always squawking about your "rights" --
A cage of hateful, unclean birds.
O Lady of the kingdoms
Your whoredom is manifest
Your "charity" brings slavery and pestilence
To the East blowing back to the West.
America, you're fallen, you're fallen
A thief on a global heist
A liar always assigning blame
As you slander Jesus Christ.
You've crucified the Saviour anew
What sacrifice for YOU remains?
Innocent blood soaks your land
No more time for clever games.
O nation filled with traitors
You are Judas to the core
The monsters YOU created
Are beating down your door.
Woe to you, America
God's ark of mercy is gone
Too proud to repent in humility
You stand against the world alone.
Weep for yourself, O America
Your words are sounding brass
Tinkling cymbals in a whirlwind
Your desolation is coming to pass.
GM