Rain Hell

. for public domain We shed our blood among thorns and thistles, playing at war in fields and hedgerows, fighting against imagined foes; and when we fell in feigning death, we always rose to draw more breath, to rain hell on our enemy. We shed our youth in blood soaked trenches, lighting up war in fields and hedgerows, fighting against fascists and foes; and when one fell ordaining death, another rose to draw more breath, to rain hell on our enemy. We shed our lives for our flags and countries, disdaining war in fields and hedgerows, plowing fertile land for corn rows; and when we lay down to our death, our Lord will someday restore our breath, to shame hell, and our enemy.