#omaha
I sit with my sin held out
Filth mucks up my hands
And still He sits, not leaving
"Lord, surely I must do some-"
Laughs, touches my hand
"Simply be in what I've done"
"The Lord has Coffee with Me"
Omaha, N-E
April the twelfth, 'Twenty-Five
I look upon Him
He looks back
Peace and joy mingle
He abides in you
[Vine and branch]
You abide in Him
Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 11:34 PM UTC
Im in love with the idea of what we would have been
I'm living in the past.
A time loop that doesn't end or begin.
Stuck with these feelings
That just wont leave.
Should have keep the walls up
To keep you out
I should keep my armor on.
For your silver tongue pierced my skin.
Leaving a pink mist behind.
Of where my heart use to be.
Now I'm left picking up the pieces
As a faceless soldiers in Omaha Beach.
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 12:57 PM UTC
Gloomy skies line the beaches
Treacherous waves battering the landing crafts
Young soldiers getting sick sea in the swells
But their fate is written in front of them
Omaha, Normandy, Gold, Juno and Sword Beach
The day, June 6, 1944
Bullets flying over their heads
Whizzing by in deafening silence
One soldier is killed, then the next one
They hit the beach hard
Operation Overlord is in full swing
156,000 soldiers invade the sands
Duty, devotion and determination
Hell is about to be unleashed
Machine gun nests attack
Mowing down the enemy that invade them
Strike them with hot metal bullets
into blood soaked seas
The smell of war is everywhere
and time slowed to a ticking second hand
Fellow soldiers killed in front of you
No time to think but you have to move on
**** the enemy, **** the enemy
The beaches turn crimson with the fallen
Can not turn back
The chaos surrounds you with a deadly grip
Six days of heavy fighting to unite the beach front
10,000 wounded, over 4,000 dead
Sacrifices of so many
on the day the bullets hit the beach
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 5:50 PM UTC