The Win

Hey there, with Iron Grin and Frozen Lips,
With shadowed arms and wind that whips.
All edges of ground, all lines of cage,
shimmer there passion in a war of rage.

Rock the nation, with sweet and with sour,
pour the earths dust to make the best purple flower.
Sound it for solid, and strength from within,
Do it for happy, do it all for the win!

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