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For life and death were caught within a race
to destiny – and all the world awaits.
His despot realm would falter from the pace
and thus, awaited fire from Heaven’s gates.
As mighty legions faded on the fields
of battle - defeat consumes his finest corps.
His cities wail as brick and mortal yields
to emphasize the consequence of war.
But stars from Heaven never would unveil.
His despot rants were in their final hour.
The victor’s hand held back the fires of Hell
for such demise left nothing to devour.
Pursuits of good and evil never cease
to be a God that holds the Devil’s lease.

To be a God that holds the Devil’s lease
has placed the fate of Earth upon my soul.
‘Tis but a curse that undermines the peace
as self-destruction seeks its fatal goal. 
The path from Eden changed within a breath
when destiny was taken from God’s hand
In an instant, “now I am become death, 
the destroyer of worlds” and here I stand.
But destiny holds not the will of one
for treachery left nothing to conceal.
Now, all shall reap the secrets of the Sun
as trumpets sound to breach the seventh seal.
As devastation cedes to man’s desire,
the empathy of God unleashes fire.

The empathy of God unleashes fire
to satiate the course of mortal blight.
‘Tis but a gift intending to inspire,
travailing from darkness into light,
‘tis but a treasure benefitting life
that tarries ‘neath the weight of Heaven’s shroud.
‘Tis a blessing, alleviating strife…
and one of many Heaven has endowed.
But Heaven’s gifts are recklessly maligned
when righteousness and innocence depart
for darkness still abides within the mind
of mortal man, and tempts his doubtful heart.
There is no doubt, ‘tis merely God’s desire
for man to set alight his Earthly pyre.

For man to set alight his Earthly pyre.
he first must know a flicker sets a flame
to all the gains that demagogues aspire
and devastates the spoils they seek to claim.
And, no escape will dominance afford
for such a beast is never satisfied,
and, no retreat is rendered in accord
for all shall pay when demagogues collide.
But nay a flicker needs to set alight
the devastation stored within a whim.
Let common ground defray this fiery blight
or otherwise, the consequence is grim.
The acumen to end all life on Earth,
perplexity of man has given birth.

Perplexity of man has given birth
to all the sins outside of Heaven’s gate.
They churn in silence, biding in the mirth
where mystery and reckoning await.
It stirs a cauldron, filled with Earth’s demise,
to boil with all the energy of Hell.
Such irony creation would devise
a sentience where evil notions dwell.
This paradox has donned a flummoxed face.
The fires of Hell shall never render peace
for life and death were caught within a race
to be a God that holds the Devil’s lease.
The empathy of God unleashes fire
for man to set alight his Earthly pyre.



Book: This War of Sons
               Sonnets of WWII

Chapter 11:  The Bomb
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