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Perplexity of man has given birth
to all the suns that fill the universe.
A world at war shall advocate its worth
as Armageddon’s architects converse.
Their brilliancy sets forth upon a path
to glean the pits of Hell where fires abide.
‘Twould be a race to capture Satan’s wrath
by summoning the quantum fiends inside.
And though to vex would change the tides of war,
its consequence no mortal could foretell,
for nay a soul could see beyond the door
while prying free the building blocks of Hell.
The light of day and starry nights equate
to all the sins outside of Heaven’s gate.

To all the sins outside of Heaven’s gate,
your apogee shall culminate in fear.
Your pinnacle shall coalesce to hate
when calling forth this demon to appear.
Your prodigies shall seek to find the force
that fills the Heavens with those starry nights
and, good and evil race to find its source,
for losing puts them in their rival’s sites.
But though this fiery beast is but a lark
that dwells within the axiom of space,
‘tis but a quest that rivals dare embark
not knowing of the cost to win the race.
And while the sins of man await its birth,
they churn in silence, biding in the mirth.

They churn in silence, biding in the mirth,
in search of how to incubate the sin.
They hide amongst the deserts of the earth
and huddle in her caverns deep within.
In cloaked enigma, harbored from mankind,
they seek to be the first to free its ire.
And, each pursue that visionary mind
with acumen to light this mythic fire.
But German hopes recede into the boil,
as pioneers of destiny take flight.
A despot weed has rooted in the soil 
to spoil her growth and cloak it from the light.
They congregate outside of Heaven’s gate,
where mystery and reckoning await.

Where mystery and reckoning await,
we dare to take a moral look inside.
We challenge ethics, balanced in debate,
but still we let ambivalence decide.
We search in wonder through the breadth of space
then peer into the deepest depths of light.
We glean its force with virtuous embrace
then veer into the darkest depths of night.
As virtue wanes while seeking to control
the secrets that the universe command,
‘tis arrogance that warms the gelid soul
while plotting to destroy this world at hand.
As Armageddon forges in disguise,
it stirs a cauldron filled with Earth’s demise.

It stirs a cauldron filled with Earth’s demise
as evil bids to steal the Devil’s might,
for such a feat could therefore minimize
a mechanized commitment to the fight.
To gain the powers bound within a star
allows the devil’s deeds to magnify. 
If fiery seeds are scattered from afar
no rendered guilt nor moral stains apply.
So, pray that goodness gains the upper hand
when searching for the essence of Sun,
for those that seek the dominance of man
shall always seek to build a bigger gun.
But only one is destined to prevail
to boil with all the energy of Hell.

Book: This War of Sons
               Sonnets of WWII

Chapter 11:  The Bomb
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