Critique of American Society in Verse

O wicked land of

Sodomites. Your world

trade center's gone.

With crashing planes and

burning flames. To hell

their souls have flown.

O wicked land of

Sodomites. You've reached

the bottom rung.

On top of all your

filthy deeds. You eat

each other's dung.

That's nasty.

America,

America. God

showed his wrath to

thee. He cursed

this land with his own hand

and showed his

sovereignty.

O wicked land of

Sodomites. Your

army's full of

flags. You'll

never win

another war. They're

coming home in bags.

No thanks.

O filthy land of

Sodomites. You sit

in Satan's lap.

The US flag

belongs in flames. It's

great for wiping

crap. God

laughs at your

calamities.

Against light you

rebel. Your

pomp is brought down to

the grave. You're going

straight to

hell