Battle Cry
Hear my battle cry,
Under this heavenly sky.
The Eight Winged Angel screams.
The spirit fuels my hope and dreams.
I am a wrecking machine.
Get Ready, Get Ready.
Hear my battle cry.
Under this heavenly sky.
Get Ready, Get Ready.
Hopes and Dreams will never die.
I will rise with this spiritual pride.
Through this sacred quest with
I have courage burning inside
Hear My Battle Cry.
My face tells no lie.
The bravery of a mighty lion
And the strength of an eagle, allows me to fly.
No evil can make me a clown, why?
Because, I have the power to take it down.
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Kylecovey Smith
Historian, Linguist, Author (Voyages of the 997 & The Method Mission), YouTuber/TikToker (Master Mojo) and now Vocal writer enjoy and critique my writing as please.
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