~America~the recruiting of a hero true~1nationUnderGod~©
Such fighting and killing was going on,
in the dust and the sand and the dune.
Oh how when the wind would blow,
you could hear a haunting tune.
You could hear it far and wide,
for the dust had not yet cleared.
Then all of a sudden there was silence,
as a stranger appeared.
He was covered in blood,
from his head down to his toes.
Since what he encountered,
only he and God knows.
There are people who grip your soul,
and hold it for a spell.
Such was he when looking at you,
like someone who had just been in hell.
Suddenly his arms reached out,
and you didn't have a fear.
For then and there in a voice so soft,
he said to protect you i'm always near.
In the arms of a hero,
far away from here.
From the enemy you will be freed,
when a hero shall appear!
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