Task: Poem Generation
Input (English): The Field of Death
Output (English): the union soldier crawl through the field in pain his uniform soak in blood and rain for lincolna's army he fight and fell the battle of the day have be a hell gettysburg be the place of hell the story be one too sad to tell many a soldier die there that day of hope there be no ray through the tree there come a light ray it fell on the soldier who be in decay it wasna't worth all the blood that be shed by the gun that fire the hot lead through the field the men be lead not know that soon they would be dead but one survive the battle to explain all the hell decay lead blood rain and pain