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MY LIBERTY Oh,for this immortal pit of tears that dries the marrow of my bones,have I given the blood in my pen,and the wisdom ofmy years. Liberty hath cloaked all sorrow for a moment,for a time,and shared my christs sweet mercy in a sonnet and a rhyme. But now the pain of ageless sin has echoed once again,from wars bleak,stale hypocrisy in to the hearts of men. Led from light unto darkness by the pale-pious few who prey on the bloodied harvests of we who once a savior knew. We now must face an angel bred in our own deep wounds…in fields of historys graveyards,where once red roses bloomed. We face this new world together for better or for worse,but the ancient curse held by kings,binds chapter,law and verse. Forgotten are the vows…the testaments of sweet youth,where flag and freedom of common man hold the banner of all truth. Forever will I cherish the law which groomed our land,and loaned me my dear liberty and held gods mighty hand. WHEN KINGDOMS FAIL IN A LONG DARK NIGHT,AND BATTLES RAGE FAR OUT OF SIGHT,BLED THROUGH STRONG ARMOR FLOWS THE SOLDIERS TEARS-WE SEE THE STAIN OF TWO THOUSAND YEARS,ON CUP AND CHALICE AND HEAVY WOODEN CROSS-THE LOSS OF ONE SAINT AT SUCH GREAT COST. EVEN ONE IS TOO DEAR TO HANG ON THAT TREE;MORTAL COMBAT HUNG IN EFFIGY,IT CURSES THE LAND THAT SENT YOU FORTH AND SCATTERS YOUNG BONES IN SHALLOW EARTH. A BUGLE BLOWN AND TWENTY ONE GUN SALUTE WILL NEVER KNOW THIS SILENT RECRUIT,HE WANTED NO PITY NOR DARK REMORSE AND FINDS NO REST ON BATTLEFIELDS VILE COURSE. LORD PLEASE SEND WHAT REMAINS OF ME TO THAT GREAT HIGH MOUNT CALLED CALVARY,WHERE CHRIST WAS SENT WITHOUT A SWORD TO DIE IN BATTLES FOR GODS WORD. THE LONG MARCH;THE ORDER; THAT PERILOUS SORE,NEVER ASKED FOR LESS BUT BEGGED FOR MORE-DUTY NOW CARVED ON CROSSES AND STONE FOR THE MEMORY OF MILLIONS WHILE I DIED ALONE. YOU CAN SEE THE FACES IN THE STRIPES AND BRITE STARS,WHERE EMPIRES NOW BANKRUPT BARE WARS SCARS. WHEN KINGDOMS FAIL IN THAT LONG DARK NIGHT,AND BATTLES RAGE FAR OUT OF SIGHT-REMEMBER THE PAIN AND FERVENT PLEA: MY HONOR WAS THE ONLY VICTORY. CHARLES BUCHANAN 111
Posted on: Thu, 06 Jun 2013 20:01:13 +0000

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