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Red for sacrificial blood White for God-given purity Blue for Heaven's royalty And we are the stars We are saved by the blood We are made pure We are made royal We are the stars
“Can you hear me?” I choke out through jagged breaths  I watch the world I’d once known crumble into ashes as an odious ringing invades my ears all around me is burning but I stood there frozen  “Yes, we hear you” 
My heart pounds  My palms sweating 
Five and six, seven, eight My body’s bruised; it’s getting late ‘Spin’ As the pole falls my smile slips But on I go, I cannot quit   Step, together, step once more
We spin and We twirl Preforming is what we do  Smiling at the crowd
More performance! Longer legs and point your feet, Remember the lower body details! Watch for the starts and stops, Stay in step! Maintain spacing, too many drill issues. Rifles be confident,
The light is shinning We're on displayThe whistle blowsNothing's movingThe air is stillEveryone yellsPA4 beats of silenceAnd then it startsThe colors spinThe laughing begins
The male judge sitting above the stands said into the microphone, “Is the unit ready?” I look at the crowd of people in the gym bleachers. it’s almost a full house.
Red for the battles and blood that was lostOrange for the sunsets spent counting the costYellow for sunrise and starting anewGreen for the grass that is stained red with dew
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