In my anger do I write,
In my own shame do I move this pen,
At the fact that I have crossed many lines,
Daring others to condemn me,
And in my selfishness,
In the midst of my own gratification,
No, it made its choice,
It started a war with God,
Challenging His power,
So now it pays the price,
Families are fallen,
Mothers slay their children,
Fathers mollest and rape,
Brothers surrender to heroin's allure,
Sisters wallow in sadness,
While the churches judge,
Instead of healing,
The churches now condemn our world,
Or they avoid the pain,
So tell me when did my country fall?
And tell me if it still deserves my alleigance?
When the world dies around me
And friends become enemies,
While we live in uncertainty,
Of our future,
Our women play the harlot, the whore,
Our men are cowards or stubborn, and prideful,
So I beg you, tell me when we fell!
From a caring, Godly country,
To the foothold of hell.