United States of Eden

My country, ’tis of thee,
deep state of travesty,
For thee I pray;
Dome where my parents thrived.
Dome of the zeolots
From all the sector sides.
Let zeolots slay.

My A.I. Christ country be
Dome of the religious fee
To make me slave.
I slave for you and bills
my spawn as business shills.
My soul full with your skills,
Like behave.