Blood on the Spear! Noles on the Rise!
Bobby’s house is sacred in the land of Doak Campbell.
And the blood is garnet and gold. Foretold by Deion,
“Primetime” is thy name. Dynasty, reborn!
I remember Daddy agreeing with my Hogwarts comparison.
While Peter scored, I was afraid. But the crystal came, and it’s ok.
83,000, “Tally” central, where all is right.
And everybody in the “850” yelled, “Snoop!”
Blood on the spear! My Noles are on the rise!
Bring back the title! Though a weeping Gator will suffice!
The term “Warchant” was feared by the many.
In the name of Osceola, Mickey, Chuck, Odell, Mark, and Bobby.
Terrell Buckley means domination, 100,000, and all were silent.
And the crystal came. Charlie was his name.
None were better.
83,000, “Tally” central, where all is right.
And everybody in the “850” yelled, “Snoop!”
Blood on the spear! My Noles are on the rise!
Bring back the title! Though a weeping Gator will suffice!
After “The Smoke at Doak,” Weinke said,
“That’s why I came back.”
Wire to wire, and that old man could throw.
While Travis and Warrick were only seen from behind.
And the crystal came, went away, now it longs for a friend.
83,000, “Tally” central, where all is right.
And everybody in the “850” yelled, “Snoop!”
Blood on the spear! My Noles are on the rise!
Bring back the title! Though a weeping Gator will suffice!
In the name of Jameis, Eddie, and Mario.
Five-stars from Mars! Remember their names!
“I suppose you’re the young ones now.” –Sirius Black
Without the future, the past will cease to shine.
Bring back the glory, forget T.K., continue Bobby’s story.
Seminoles! Seminoles! Kindle the nation!
Sweep the floors, dust the crystal, thy name is sacred!
For the living, for the dying, it sure is worth reviving!
Chants of woe, written on tearful trails, with few surviving!
No longer shall we “runaway,” while the sky is mesmerizing!
This is the day! Not tomorrow, latter-days, or evenings.
The press awaits, followers cry, Osceola’s trophy is gleaming!
83,000, “Tally” central, where all is right.
And everybody in the “850” yelled, “Snoop!”
Blood on the spear! My Noles are on the rise!
Bring back the title! Though a weeping Gator will suffice!
Garnet….Gold….Crystal!
Robert Alexander Deason Peace
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