Now I sit me down to school, where praying is against the rule. For this great nation under God, Finds mention of him very odd. If Scripture now the class recites, it violates the Bill of Rights. And anyone my head I bow, becomes a Federal matter now. Our hair can be purple, orange, and green, that's no offense; It's freedom of scene. The law is specific, the law is precise. Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice. For praying in public hall, may offend someone with no faith at all. In silence alone we must meditate. God's name is prohibited by the state. We're allowed to cuss, and dress like freaks, and pierce our nose, tongues, and cheeks. They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible. To quote the Good Book it makes me liable. We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen, and the "unwed daddy" Senior King. It's inappropriate to teach right from wrong, we're taught that our "judgements" do not belong. We can get our condoms and birth control, study witchcraft, vampires, and todem poles. But the Ten Commandments are not allowed, no word of God must reach thid crowd. It's scary here I must confess, when chaos reigns the school is a mess. So, Lord, this silent plea I make: Should I be shot, my soul please take!
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