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Storm Sirens and Steel

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Storm Sirens and Steel

Verse 1 – Streets on Fire

From New York subways to Portland rain, church bells in Minnesota ring the pain. Operation Metro Surge cuts through the night, organizers call a stay-home, no-purchase strike. In Minneapolis, the crowd knows the names: Renée Good, Alex Pretti, gone to the flames. Federal badges at a church door’s hem— they cuffed a newsman, Don Lemon, with them. The anthem of the sidewalks won’t be denied, as L.A. and Texas throw sparks to the sky.

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Chorus

Raise your voice above the engines and the drones, over stormwinds, headlines, unquiet phones. If the world feels heavy as a rolling wheel, we are thunder, we are truth, we are steel. Hold the line, light the dark, break the seal— we are thunder, we are truth, we are steel.

Verse 2 – Midnight on the Hill

The Senate stamps a deal before the clock goes black, but a sliver of shutdown still snaps back. Agencies fed through the end of the road, Homeland rides short on a narrow load. After Alex Pretti’s name cut through the air, they’ll wrangle over ICE and what agents wear: body cams on and the masks off faces, two weeks to redraw the chases.

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Verse 3 – Gulf of Shadows

The USS Abraham Lincoln splits the foam, a steel cathedral far from home. A warning from Trump like a tightening wire, Araghchi answers with a loaded choir: fingers on triggers, defense over talk, diplomats pace the razor-walk. Turkey in whispers, Beijing, Moscow plead, months after hot skies scorched Iran’s nuclear reed.

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Verse 4 – Vaults Unlatched

The DOJ swings open a mountain of past, Epstein’s paper ghosts spill fast. Todd Blanche says no shield for the throne, no velvet cover for the powerful known. FBI echoes, survivors’ words, a spreadsheet of rumors, unverified birds. Files withheld where the harm runs deep— to guard the wounded and the law they keep.

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Verse 5 – Gavel and Shadow

Judge Garnett’s pen cuts through the haze, death’s cold sentence pushed away. Luigi Mangione, in a stark-lit room, charged in the CEO’s winter doom. Stalking counts stand, but the law draws lines, not crimes of violence by the court’s designs. Supreme ghosts guide what the codes reveal, an autumn trial where the fates congeal.

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Verse 6 – White Noise Coming

The South braces under iron-gray skies, carolinas and Georgia with watchful eyes. Appalachian ridges load their spines, coastal Virginia hears the pines. Fern left the heartland iced and torn, a weekend’s grief for lives we mourn. Indianapolis, Boston wore winter’s brand, Tennessee and Kentucky, glass on the land.

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Bridge – Feedback Prayer

Sirens, sermons, headlines, hail, pressing the needle, bending the rail. When the sea grows teeth and the night won’t yield, we tune the truth like a battered shield. From courthouse steps to the foreign foam, from dorm-room chants to a broken home— hold on, hold fast, let the drumline heal, let the strings ignite what the cold can’t steal.

Final Chorus

Outro

Strike the chord, let the breakers peel— no retreat, no hush, no kneel. Turn it loud till the storm must kneel— we are thunder, we are truth, we are steel.

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