I need you to hear me
to somehow respond.
Give me a gunshot
or nothing at all.
Bodies underground
rise above the soil
let your spirit free.
You are the soldiers
that always fought for me.
75 men killed for no reason at all.
The hatred of man conquered your fall
Confederate or Union?
Yes, it means everything.
Four hours long, bloody and cruel.
Trench graves are all that remains
the haunting place for troubled ghouls.
Hear us now as WE fight for YOU.
A shot fired for all persons,
who risked their life for what they believe in.
For those who followed sinful leaders,
all for one and none for all.
I weave the story in universal language.
Respect for your loss
and all you have given.
Please reconcile the souls of the living.
Be not afraid for it is not
worth what you may have thought.
Tell me is there a God up there?
Who respects what you did, who you killed,
the loss you prepared to give?
Or does he still believe, if he exists
that he is the thing of total perfection.
Strayed from the path of total enlightment,
are you where you deserve?
Or exiled to an earth unlike your own.
Heros of mine, are you aware of the dilemma?
Or are your battle wounds lost
stripped from you, a badge of shame.
