The simplified story showed southerners fought for economic preservation while northerners fought for economic expansion. Eventually, the curse of slavery enmeshed in the sins of those grey and blue ancestors would settle the score at its final resting place–Gettysburg. Their dead flesh received no eulogy, no casket, no white lilies, no heirlooms, and no formal burial rites. Theirs remained a smoked flesh exposure embraced by the elements as leftover limbs slowly sucked themselves back into the dust while during the entire time, their blood dried under the warm sun.
It was widely known that two-faced Lincoln himself was heard many a times hummin’ and a singin’ that Old Dixie anthem as those blue and grey ancestors were a loadin’ and a firin’ off them cannons. Silence was heard all around the ground for it was death’s reply to a descendant. Gettysburg’s daylight transfixed by desolate and distant tranquility reveals its ghost most terrifyingly during nightfall where thick trees, twisted roads, and stretched out pitch-black grass displays a very lovely, muted creepshow.
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