Heavenly Father
On this the day of Your praising
We ask you to bring seven plagues of Your choosing down on the state of Massachusetts
For allowing the false virtue of tolerance to cloud the eyes of the legislature
And allow homos to keep getting married in direct contradiction to Romans 1:26-27
These might be some of the plauges of yore, such as a rain of toads, boils, gnats or killing all the livestock
Or it might be some new plague that You been working on, yet unleashed on those who sin against You
Maybe something more modern like turning computer monitors into tigers or re-routing all cell phone calls to Hell
Which ever plagues please You,  Lord, let the sinners of Massachusetts feel Your righteous wrath
Let them know You mean business, Lord, as Paul wrote in Romans 2:8-9
“…Unto them that are contentious, and do not obey the truth, but obey unrighteousness, indignation and wrath, Tribulation and anguish, upon every soul of man that doeth evil, of the Jew first, and also of the Gentile”
They need a good butt-kicking
And we pray that in Your mercy that you’ll put on Your biggest shoes and give it to them

Amen