Orange fire-blazoned indigo sky
crackling the night’s desperate cry,
leaving the hot wind’s breath pursy.
Oh my sweet Lord, please have mercy.
Rising flames painted the dawn’s light,
no oasis, no ease in sight,
leaving the barren earth thirsty.
Oh my sweet Lord, please have mercy
Night fell with enflamed full moon.
Both flora and fauna fell swoon,
corporeal controversy.
Oh my sweet Lord, please have mercy.
Abundant water covered the night
granting reprieve from parching blight,
reviving life; bear gramercy.
Thank the sweet Lord for His mercy.
The animosity of the countries has begun
They've already begun to think they've won
They adrenaline has begun to pump
They have begun to watch the bodies slump
The thought "keep going" has begun to sink in
The thought "I'm here to win" just sunk in
Blood draining from the beloved bodies
Who is there to look to when there is nobody
Perpetuous sounds of machine guns
These are the bodies of American sons
The enemies have no mercy
The weight of the broken dog tags is pursy
God has begun to raise these 2500 men
To a place of pure zen
-Battle of Normandy - June 6th, 1944
(Operation Overlord)
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