You are Tommy.

Christian Civilization is Becky.

The Luciferian-Bergoglian-Deep State Cabal are the three Gatlin Boys.

The Gatlin Boys done raped your Becky.

You know what you have to do, Tommy.

The Gatlin boys just laughed at him, when he walked into the bar room.
One of them got up and met him halfway ‘cross the floor.
When Tommy turned around they said, “Hey look! Ol’ Yella’s leavin’.”
But you could’a heard a pin drop when Tommy stopped and locked the door.

Twenty years of crawlin’ was bottled up inside him.
He wasn’t holdin’ nothin’ back; he let ‘em have it all.
When Tommy left the bar room, not a Gatlin Boy was standin’.
He said, “This one’s for Becky” as he watched the last one fall.

And I heard him say,

“I promised you, Dad, not to do the things you’d done.
I walk away from trouble when I can.
Now please don’t think I’m weak, I didn’t turn the other cheek,
And Papa, I sure hope you understand:

Sometimes you gotta fight when you’re a man”.