The Earth is stained
with so much blood,
millions cut asunder
on the thunderous plains,
who endured
mountains of pain,
now lie buried,
under
the fields of endless flowers.
So God bless the friendlies & the foes,
the crusaders & the defenders alike,
who will be always together,
commingled &
forever at peace,
buried deep
under
the fields of endless flowers.
And for those still living in
such trying hours,
I will pick for you a single flower
& praise the rest
of them swaying in
the fields of endless flowers.
Be safe & Godspeed
my brethren.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
The Earth is stained
with so much blood,
millions cut asunder
on the thunderous plains,
who endured
mountains of pain,
now lie buried,
under
the fields of endless flowers.
So God bless the friendlies & the foes,
the crusaders & the defenders alike,
who will be always together,
commingled &
forever at peace,
buried deep
under
the fields of endless flowers.
And for those still living in
such trying hours,
I will pick for you a single flower
& praise the rest
of them swaying in
the fields of endless flowers.
Be safe & Godspeed
my brethren.
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