Note: This is not a Rhema message, it is a musical parody of the song "American Pie" by Don McLean - inspired by a man of God, Benjamin Baruch

AMERICA, GOODBYE

 
The news after February will make you shiver
As every judgment that my God delivers
It will bring bad news on your doorstep
News that America will never forget
And I can remember how I cried
When I learned about His ruined Bride
The Spirit of God touched me deep inside
On the day the righteous music died

So now it’s time to say goodbye 
Bye, bye American pie
You can drive your Chevy to the levee
But the churches are all dry
And the pastors are all just good ole boys
Getting drunk on their whiskey and rye
Singing, "This will be the year that I die"
Yes, this will be the year that they die

Did you ever read the book of love?
The one that God wrote from above?
And do you know the Bible is the only truth?
So don't be fooled by the Christian rock
It’s mesmerized an apostate flock

For Satanic music can never save your mortal soul
Well I know some of you are still in love with Him
'Cause I watched you dancing in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
And now you’ll learn to sing the blues

And as the jester sings for your king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
In a voice that came right out of hell
The false prophets declare, “All will be well.”
And while we were all chasing the American dream
Deceived by the wicked one's clever scheme
The jester has stolen our bill of rights
And scarcely no one noticed, as he turned out the lights

And so the court room in heaven, it is now adjourned
And God's final verdict will now be returned
And while all of our children were taught from the book of Marx
The false teachers prophesied in the park
And the children of Belial, as they sang dirges in the dark

For this is the year in which America shall die
Yes, this is the year when everyone will cry
So let's us all start singing
Bye, bye, America goodbye
You could drive a Chevy to the levee
But the churches, they’re all dry
And all the pastors, now they’re just good ole boys
They might as well get drunk on their whiskey and rye
For this is the year they shall die

And a time of Helter Skelter is coming soon
And even though we once walked the moon
So as the calendar pages of summer turn
The people will watch as their cities burn
And Americans don't even have a fallout shelter
Nowhere to hide from this summer's swelter

Eight miles high will be the blast
And then the fallout will be falling fast
Turning the land so foul, it even kills the grass
Yet the pretenders will try another forward pass
While the jester on the sidelines, he just laughs
His face disguised, he wears a pastor's robe
His web of sin now covers the globe
And now that all the charismatic spells have been cast
No one seems to care, they will never last
For the Spirit of God forsook that show
So many, many years ago
On the day the holy music died

And the half-time air is filled with sweet perfume
While the patriots are still playing a marching tune
Yet the day of reckoning, it’s still coming soon
And as all the people got up to dance
They were all shocked to learn they’ll never get the chance
Because as the men of God tried to take the field
The false worship band, it refused to yield
And do you recall what was revealed?
On the day the righteous music died

And now we’re all in the same place
Our generation is so lost in space
We have no time left to ever try again
So America must now pay for her sin
Sorrow will fill her eyes as they slowly dim
And the jester's promises, they were all just lies
Deceiving even the wise

And we will soon learn we traded our birth rights
For the darkness of a black star bright
And for the cheap things that only money can buy
So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
The witches will be burned by their candlestick
This fallen nation we once knew
Is now the devil's only friend

Oh I watched him prancing on the stage
My hands were clenched in a fist of rage
Only an angel born in hell would ever invoke Satan's spell
And now begins the day called “Night”
In which Satan will be laughing with delight
As they light the sacrificial fires
On the day of darkness, the flames climb higher

I met a girl who once sang the blues
I asked her for some happy news
She just smiled and turned away
I thought I heard her try to say
“I have to raise a remnant for my King”
So I went back down to the sacred store
Where I heard the righteous music long before
Many many years before, but the men there said
“The sacred music will no longer play”

And now in the streets of America the children will scream
The lovers will all cry and the poets no longer dream
For not one word of truth is now spoken
The church bells, they’re all broken
As America threw away God's Holy Word
The truth was stolen by all the birds

Now in Babylon there are no more holy nights
While the people pretend that it’s all right
And Jesus' name cannot be even spoken
For all our holy vows, they have all been broken
And as America's churches all empty out
They will breathe their last without a shout

For the Word of God is no longer welcome here
And our nation has long ago forgotten His Holy fear
Vain prosperity was their only thought
As all the lies of the joker have now been bought
And in our land the only curses name
And in their sin they know no shame

And all the people are fast asleep
A spell so strong, they can't be woken
Yet one day they'll awaken to find all has been broken
And everyone is so confused
Ever since they day the music died

And the one man I admire most
The Father's Son who came filled with the Holy Ghost
He's preparing a last train
And it's heading for the coast
To save His remnant
On the day the righteous music died

America, Goodbye


Benjamin Baruch's website - http://www.benjaminbaruch.net