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As solitude neglects the Harbor door
the Heavens fill with vengeance from the sky,
and all below can only watch them soar
for crippled decks were useless to defy.
The devastation rendered from the clouds
destroyed the birds of war that sat below.
They turned to ash beneath the fiery shrouds
thus, never to ascend to face their foe.
But ‘tis in lore that ‘neath an ebon dust
a mighty bird from mere demise ascends.
From this day forth survival must entrust
this paradigm as disillusion ends.
As all the world begins to come apart,
from isolation, now you must depart.

From isolation now you must depart
as all the Earth descends into demise.
A despot’s claw has torn the West apart
and in the East, the Sun has torched the skies.
And once again – “now is the time for all 
good men to come to the aid of their
country” - as all the world begins to fall
into the deepest depths of dire despair. 
Let fire awake the magnitude within
this Giant that pretends to stand alone.
It fed the flames of hate that drew it in
and now this flailing Phoenix must atone.
Your place of solitude is nevermore
for apathy has led the world to war.

For apathy has led the world to war
and all its lands and seas shall face the bane.
And such dismay lends reason to implore
the universe, itself, to serve disdain.
For Hell delivered conflagration’s gift
and all of Earth into its pit was thrust,
and though the flames set clouds of ash adrift,
the mind of man would weaponize the dust.
A harbor burns as enemies await 
reprisal from the dawning of the light,
‘twas mortal err to underestimate
the measure of this sleeping Giant’s might.
As isolation harbored self-deceit,
the Nipon Sun awoke its sleeping fleet.

The Nipon Sun awoke its sleeping fleet 
as isolation’s premise was denied.
And dogmatism rallied to its feet
to mobilize and face the raging tide.
Production roared to meet the mass demand
of all the wares that fed a war’s machine.
‘Twas moral pride that steered a wounded land
to build its force to face the unforeseen.
Though pride instilled a unity of force,
‘twas bigotry that filled a Nation’s heart,
for nay all men were equal in its course
and those of Nipon blood were set apart. 
A rising Sun ignites a Nation’s pyre,
illuminating bigotry with fire.

Illuminating bigotry with fire,
a Nation’s light holds taut to poison’s past.
‘Tis but a flaw that tarnishes its spire 
and stains the many milestones so amassed.
It rips the fabric in Old Glory’s wave
thus, rendering its beauty ever lost,
‘tis moral sin repentance shall not save 
for holding to its past at any cost.
And though you rise from ‘neath the ash and flame,
you harbor still those demons deep within.
Your mighty force, built on the backs of shame,
may face “This War of Brothers” once again.
And as the Phoenix rises from the heat,
beneath the ash, its morals face defeat.
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