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Waking upon a cool September day
The early souls attend their daily post
But what’s the sort of morn that’s on the way
For those who come from close around the coast.
The roar of death comes quickly ’fore its twin
And gives another pair a fiery roast
That sends the people, lost, out from their kin
And from their flesh and bone creates a ghost.
Upon that day there was no greater sin
Than to destroy a portion of our world
So that another world can claim the win
Resulting in a flag that is half furled.
Sorrows of a day, cannot bring the lost
Back into our world, after they have crossed.

Description
Waking upon a cool September day
The early souls attend their daily post
But what’s the sort of morn that’s on the way
For those who come from close around the coast.
The roar of death comes quickly ’fore its twin
And gives another pair a fiery roast
That sends the people, lost, out from their kin
And from their flesh and bone creates a ghost.
Upon that day there was no greater sin
Than to destroy a portion of our world
So that another world can claim the win
Resulting in a flag that is half furled.
Sorrows of a day, cannot bring the lost
Back into our world, after they have crossed.