The day arrived
The time tricks its dime
Clicking away whispering coolly
The battleground begins
The beacon of hope
Revolving with bright light
Surely it is the people
If only they right the wrong
The dark shadows unleashed
There is no stopping now
The reign of black knight
Galloping freely on the rise
The shield of number 6
The ghost riding begins
Screeching burning tires
Putting his hot tainted signs
Burning rubber acidic air
The people must decide
Don't wait for royalty
The future in your hands
Cast your votes
Show them
The power in your hands
GE 13 will be the Waterloo
The light or darkness dwell
People make your choice
For our generations of tomorrow
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