If you tell a story don’t you want it to be true, Bout the flag waving in God’s Glory and His Love for me and you. We recall the battles fury and the loved ones we have lost, reflecting on the value we cannot forget the cost. To the ramparts my Good Soldiers to mount your tanks and cannons free, give them answer to desire to make slaves of you and me. Make the oceans be the graveyard for attempts to take God’s gift for a nation living freely leave them lay beyond the rift. Now to air heaven’s pilots dropping bombs on them like rain, we forgive them their offenses but now they must Know the pain. And to ground our mighty warriors to their Kings give God’s demand.

Drained of heart they forgot their part and simply laid down to perish. A fair dish to serve so cold and relish the incalculable enemy losses gained in their confusion. No solution presented as ready meet we do entreat to reason. Ground and pound another round of forgive them for the season. Forgotten courage of numbers glaring they race to defeat though easily three to one man to spear to artillery’s flare, we stare into the coming dawn, each helmet kept tightly fastened on sweaty scalp, chasing the time to remember the ember’s lit in each heart as we sought to earn in struggle that which could not be bought. Freedom’s heart beat thrice that day and as children say in charming way the blessing had come upon each mind in peace and soothing heart as the start of the end checked into to the mountain vale and welcomed at valley station yale.

Warm hearts to life, sweet life so swiftly dealt another blow or left to grow oddly toward eternity. In dreams power by imagining breast each must face that test to which a man made be unmade yet bade simply to comply and die for the cause of body given mathematically, not so emphatically participating in the rushed mourning of young men lost to chambered round and the sound of wounded left to die in the colors of infested wound, boundless, hopeless ill informed of the beaches, trees and castle they’ve stormed. Liesel said her parting charting days without end avoiding the sending parchment or orders to regimental command where she had planned to country with young gent, if and when he be sent home to the wanton breast this lovely young woman so proudly presented for viewing as all lined up renewing their vows to God, King and Man we’ll take what we can and leave the rest for raptors alight.

Grey tapestry this sky destined for pageantry in dream’s expression offered confession to sin against man and God in taking for the sake of conquest. In Jest we marvel at the round Earth ours, clinking glasses and tapping swords on the table of our remembrance. Where to God’s Freedom from guilt as the silt of our weighty debt piles at the river of his discontent, so sanctuary but repentance, No distance to run or fly consistent to earn faith’s bypass. To God alone through path of Shepherd learned in August delight or moon’s dark through frozen footsteps. We’ve chosen this day this peaceful day rent wide open with laceration of our imprecise determination against man’s mortality to question morality and sleep no more free of their cries but shower in the blessings usurped from God’s hand.