In the heart of the crowd, where the flags wave high,
A whisper, a shot, under the July sky.
Donald stood tall, but the night turned to day,
As bullets flew, chaos led the way.
The storm is upon us, can't you see the sign?
Nothing can stop what's coming, it's by design.
Where we go one, we go all, in this fight,
For truth, for justice, in the dead of night.
Dan Scavino watched, with a knowing look,
As the narrative spun, like a twisted book.
QAnon's whispers, in the digital breeze,
"The storm," they said, "will bring us to our knees."
From Mar-a-Lago to the rally's stage,
A tale of power, in a modern age.
The bullet grazed, but the message was clear,
The deep state's fear, their end is near.
The storm is upon us, can't you see the sign?
Nothing can stop what's coming, it's by design.
Where we go one, we go all, in this fight,
For truth, for justice, in the dead of night.
From Mar-a-Lago to the rally's stage,
A tale of power, in a modern age.
The bullet grazed, but the message was clear,
The deep state's fear, their end is near.
The storm is upon us, can't you see the sign?
Nothing can stop what's coming, it's by design.
Where we go one, we go all, in this fight,
For truth, for justice, in the dead of night.
In shadows, they plotted, but we stood our ground,
With every post, with every sound.
From the heartland to the coast, we've heard the call,
This is our story, this is our Fall.
But Trump, he rose, with a fist in the air,
A symbol of defiance, without a care.
"The storm," he echoed, "is just the start,
We'll reclaim our nation, with a patriot's heart."
The storm is upon us, can't you see the sign?
Nothing can stop what's coming, it's by design.
Where we go one, we go all, in this fight,
For truth, for justice, in the dead of night.
So here's to the storm, and the fight we endure,
For freedom, for justice, forever pure.
With every beat, with every rhyme,
We stand united, through every time.