Second oneshot book

Resistance~Style (South Park.)

I'VE BEEN LOOKING TO DO AN ANOTHER SONGFIC AND NOW THAT I'M COMPLETELY OUT OF IDEAS, LEZ GO.
Warnings:  violence I believe is the only thing... might have cursed ones or twice! This is also a stick of truth thingy?
Ages: 19.
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Kyle's POV.

"Sir. This isn't good health for your people! We cannot keep moving to South, we have children, women and people with dangerous injuries! We have to stop soon to take care of them!" Stan says.

I nod.

"That's what I'm looking for," I say.

"Their army isn't behind us at the moment, I promise my Lord. We just need everyone in proper form before we can go to the secondary station," Stan says.

I nod and we stop. The maybe 30 people we were able to keep safe stop as well.

"Sir, thank you!"

I nod. Stan gets next to someone wounded, helping him immediately.

"It wasn't possible to stop before now," I say, guilt washing over me.

"We know, my Lord. I'm just glad we could now," Stan says.

The sudden thought comes over me I am the leader of a nation, I am supposed to listen to a million faces formed together. I'm made for elevation.

"What are we going to do?"

Stan seems to get the same realisation.

"I am a soldier, I won't surrender. Faith is like a fire that never burns to embers," Stan says.

"Who's gonna stand up?"

"Who's gonna fight?"

"The voice of the unheard."

"Love is the answer."

"I gotta speak it, believe it, that's how I feel inside! I-I-I can't, can't sit here quiet," Stan says.

"You can take my heart, you can take my breath.... When you pry it from my cold, dead chest," I say, looking around. We can do this with the help of the second village up South! We can take back our land..... even if that means I have to take charge after my parents get killed for doing something as evil as killing off my people because they had the slightest bit of free will.

"This is how we rise up," I say.

"Heavy as a hurricane, louder than a freight train," Stan says.

I don't know what that is but okay then.

"This is how we rise up!"

"Heart is beating faster, feels like thunder," Stan says.

"Magic, static, call me a fanatic! It's our world, they can never have it," I say.

"This is how we rise up," Stan says.

"It's our resistance, you can't resist us," I say.