‘twas the night before new years, but down every street, no celebrations or crowds; it looked like defeat.

democrats stayed home, wearing masks with great fear, while patriots took solace; packing their gear.

the traitors lay sleepless, awake in their bed, fearing nightmares and rumors; “epstein’s not dead”.

they hope that the citizens will not fight this fraud, “~please just roll over and accept this facade~”.

patriots will stand, and in d.c. they’ll be marching, livestream or t.v.—the whole world will be watching.

when courts became unjust, the people amassed; defending the lion, the die has been cast.

no rubicons here; it’s the swamp we must cross, american sanctity must never be lost.

our rights will be trampled till we find the drain; we’ll never have justice, until judges can hang.