When peace like a river attendeth my way, when sorrows like sea billows roll. Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to know, it is well, it is well with my soul.
Marissa Castillo sighed. She had become a state not long before this war had started. Wasn't it great that she had to be dragged into it? She would've rather stayed with Spain.
Rain poured down on the southern states. Marissa trudged in the mud behind Tae. Her soaked hair was in her face. Her feet hurt. The Floridian took in a deep breath and sung softly.
"It is well, it is well with my soul..."she muttered.
Was it well with her soul? She didn't even know the answer to that. All she knew was that she hoped the war would end soon.
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The Old South
De TodoThe southern states have seceded. It's taken a great impact on each state. In this story, their reactions to this Confederacy is expressed in hyms
