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Patriot
The proud blood of my ancestors has waned
The present generation has drifted from the path
The southern heroes weep in their graves
The here and now feel none of the American wrath
Where once brave men stood and died for love of home
And strived to see that seeds of prosperity were sown
Now cowards and failures and degenerates wither
I fear I cannot reverse what they have grown
How am I to measure up to what they have done?
How am I to put aside all my wrongs?
How am I to make my mark alone?
How am I to live up to the old songs?
Men were once men
Now I am but a wraith
They who were with sin
And I without faith..
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