1864 Post

All while you laughed.

Sherman, you have sinned.

And I shall never forgive you.

Your men tormented the South.

Where my people live happy.

You stole everything,

From their food to their homes.

From Atlanta to Savannah,

A trail of misery was laid.

While Lincoln sat jolly,

Davis was scared,

Begging for this monstrosity to stop.

All while you laughed.

You laufhed a cold dead tone.

One that makes spines chill.

One of a decietful serpent.

One of the Deviil, I say.

While your men were marching,

A woman was crying for her home was gone.

She had nothing to feed her babe,

All while you laughed.

You and your band of heathers

Who play thie tunes of Death on the flute.

Who play the pitches of Screams on the trumpet.

And who play the beats of broken hearts on the drums.

The Confederacy will fight

Until we can fight no more.

You are a demon from below.

I'll see you in Hell, Billy Yank.