Rising Up: Warrior Patriots
Note: this is to be sung.
Evil lurks, in the dark of the night.
Scared and masked, it chose the wrong way.
Blinded by hate, with visions of red,
Evil moved, went too fast, and picked the wrong prey.
We’re rising up, chomping our bits;
From sea to shining sea are warrior Patriots.
No soldier quits, and we’re always on call.
Where—we are going one, we’re going all!
We’ve got the—Eye of the enemy, caught deep in our grip.
Nobody slips. Each flip, the squeeze is tighter.
And the—wisest, among us, know it’s all in God’s hands.
Take a shot, but the Patriots stand—as one, a fighter.
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Couple more stanzas go with this (still need to change a few words).