The Battle of Gettysburg
Praise be to the loving soldiers who volunteered their lives away.
It was the battle of Gettysburg, what a horrific couple of days.
Lives were deprived.
A short amount left to survive
Union and Confederates lost in the sea.
Nothing to be seen.
The raised guns,
Shots and fire.
They marched towards Gettysburg.
And with a surge of rage and fire.
Will planning win this battle?
Or acts of the moment get us out of this shackle.
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