Star-Spangled Sacrifice (Stars and Stripes)

Stars pop, stripes bleed, rockets fucking glare—

Call sign: Star and Stripes, bitch, I’m warfare in mid-air.

Cathleen Bate—bend physics like steel-girder bows,

New Order inked in my bones, every rule I compose.

Told gravity “sit,” made Mach numbers obey,

Slapped Shee-gah-rah-kee clear into yesterday.

From Oklahoma plains to Tokyo’s war-torn smoke,

I’m Uncle Sam’s middle finger—freedom’s barbed joke.

Villains pray; my right hook reads biblical,

Fuck diplomacy—I write constitutions on your physical.

Red glare, blue skies, white knuckles on the throttle,

I rewrite cosmos, smash gods by the bottle.

If you breathe menace, I’ll veto your lungs—

Freedom or coffin—choose quick, I’ve only got one.

All Might’s shrine girl? Nah, I’m his meaner creed,

Took his torch, poured napalm, planted liberty seeds.

Toga’s knives, Dah-bi’s flames—cute carnival tricks,

I drop carrier strikes from my crucifix.

My oath ain’t a pledge, it’s a contract in blood,

Signed “U.S.A.” then stamped in your mud.

They hiss “Yankee arrogance”—damn right, it’s due;

Arrogance pays rent when righteousness is true.

Code Red—Nomu swarm like locust plagues,

I carve “TRUTH” across foreheads with sonic blades.

Wingmen fall, but the mission stays:

No king but the people, no god but the brave.

Come on, Shee-gah-rah-kee, harvest me if you dare,

Rip my Quirk, swallow legend, choke on despair.

I etched contingency inside my own flesh:

“Touch me & erupt”—patriot’s final caress.

Statue of Liberty mouth-spits molten lead,

I’ll haunt your psyche long after I’m dead.

Freedom ain’t gentle, liberty ain’t polite—

It’s a screaming warhead yelling FUCK YOU to night.

Cue the trumpets, cue the flyover roar;

I bled so that flag can stain the sky once more.

Raise your cups, raise your fists, raise the dead if you can—

[Sacrificial moment] "THIS IS FOR YOUR INDEPENDENCE, AMERICA."