Help Us Amidst Moral Rot
O Mary my Queen, my Sainted Mother
O Thou, without stain or spot;
A holy one, unlike another,
Help us amidst the moral rot.
Our country is sunken into a morass,
In a muck immodest, absent good sense,
The mixing of genders in bathrooms, alas,
It breaches a wall of moral defense.
The infernopuffs up clouds of smoke
To fog our culture with clarity blurred;
The demons applaud as coals they stoke,
To dim and darken His gendered word.
Lo, male and female He created them,
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