The mist hung heavy in the air
Touching lightly on marsh grasses
It was almost like a London fog
And as thick as cold molasses
Beneath the mist in hiding
Decomposing in the night
Were the results of one more battle
Awaiting dawns early light
The Union and The Rebels
Fighting for what they believe
And soon, these victims kin folk
Will learn their fate and will then grieve
Cannon, gun and bayonet
Were the weapons for the ****
You couldn't see the bodies
Through the mist from on the hill
Amongst the dead one soldier
Died from a shot that came behind
His head was gaping open
He was shot by his own kind
The armies both died facing
The direction of attack
Except for this one soldier
Who was taken from the back
A coward's lot is hellfire
And so it will be for Will May
He was shot by his own brother
As he turned and ran away
The mist hung heavy in the air
Touching lightly on marsh grasses
It was almost like a London fog
And as thick as cold molasses
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 4:25 PM UTC
The mist hung heavy in the air
Touching lightly on marsh grasses
It was almost like a London fog
And as thick as cold molasses
Beneath the mist in hiding
Decomposing in the night
Were the results of one more battle
Awaiting dawns early light
The Union and The Rebels
Fighting for what they believe
And soon, these victims kin folk
Will learn their fate and will then grieve
Cannon, gun and bayonet
Were the weapons for the ****
You couldn't see the bodies
Through the mist from on the hill
Amongst the dead one soldier
Died from a shot that came behind
His head was gaping open
He was shot by his own kind
The armies both died facing
The direction of attack
Except for this one soldier
Who was taken from the back
A coward's lot is hellfire
And so it will be for Will May
He was shot by his own brother
As he turned and ran away
The mist hung heavy in the air
Touching lightly on marsh grasses
It was almost like a London fog
And as thick as cold molasses
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