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He rests upon bright barricade,
They all do.
Standing strong against dark sky,
Still their outlines are dotted by the stars.
Flag pole raised high,
piecing God's very own heart.
Drowning in her blood,
Dying both flag and coat her red.
They watch the dawn that lazily rests on the horizon,
Golden hair creates heavenly halo.
Sun drowns in thick dark clouds,
Artillery clatter and boots beat like thunder.
And by god they are known.
Hail bullets fly freely to young targets,
Some flee some fall.
But shadow of death covers them all.
Battle ground to graveyard.
Cockades covered in humanities blood,
All but two seem to have passed.
They make a stand at the top,
Nowhere to turn but eachother.
Their bloody hands clasped together,
The lowley and the exhalted.
United by calamity,
United in death.
Upon heavens wings,
Love, a spoken truth brought by lightning.
A sole surviour,
The only memory of tragic morning.
Staring at the ghost of a stain that once adorned pavement,
Another fair child plans to change the world as heaven chorus sings encouragement.
May a miracle be granted;
So justice be served,
young blood fuels young bodies,
And wicked recieve judgement.