From Montezuma to Tripoli you are God
God of the yawning desert, of heat and danger
And barbed wire fences imposing cosmos on chaos
God of the coast, of boundless seas and brave tempests
And cool, salty air that makes lungs and smiles swell
God of the country, of oceans of grass and trees
And wild skunks and unearthly frontier quiet
God of the northeast, of swirling blizzard fury
And kingdoms of ice and sleet, unconquered by salt
God of the west coast, of relentless cheery sun
And indifferent mountains, towering, singing
God of every place they sent us I will follow you, follow follow
[Montezuma to Tripoli]
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