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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A dogged stance had made the beast retire as disappointment filled the devil’s veins. Though Brit resolve repulsed his hellish fire this demon’s air of pompousness remains. His raging storm had faltered in the face of fierce resistance, reckoning with force. And, on a whim, to circumvent disgrace, his arrogance would seek another course But fate can be a devil in disguise when ego seeks to satisfy its need, for consequence shall cut it down to size when aspiration’s impetus is greed. And now this devil seeks another way, your Nation Isle had kept his wolves at bay. Your Nation Isle had kept his wolves at bay but still, they lurk within the hemisphere. They ravage towns and stalk a meeker prey instilling hearts with unrelenting fear. His prophecy unveiled upon the world as madness found a reason to divest. And, genocide became the devil’s sword to execute with mechanized finesse. And now his wolves are turning to the East for such a prize awaits his prowling pack, and no détente shall stay this evil beast for hungry wolves are waiting to attack. When fires are set with Satan in command, the flames of Hell are destined to expand. The flames from hell are destined to expand and all must rise to stay the pending doom. ‘Tis ludicrous to shake the devil’s hand. as violent storms of despotism loom. ‘Tis farcical to shroud the obvious with blind neglect and pray they pass you by. ‘Tis hollow hope to waiver in remiss as clouds begin to gather in your sky. To pacify left nothing but despair as apathy surrendered to disdain. Democracy fell victim to his snare and nothing but its splintered bones remain. When despots rise, no morals will withstand when giants hide their heads beneath the sand. When giants hide their heads beneath the sand, evil and conjuncture come to play They seek out prey that fail to understand insidious deceit that’s underway They seek out souls that harbor dire resent to satisfy a congregation’s view. They mock the souls that bear a different tint or any impetus they deem askew. But evil wanes when eyes are opened wide for light unveils its venom of intent, and now no longer can the giant hide for war has filled its world with malcontent. A sleeping giant heard the thunder roll as aspiration seeks to take its toll. As aspiration seeks to take its toll, the impetus shall threaten all surveyed. If you relent, this demon takes control unleashing ill intent through Hell’s crusade. As ruthless raids molest the Channel lanes, a pulsing motive met them the sky. Though hope retreats, a master seized the reins, and, never cede shall be the battle cry. Though days grew dark and nights were lit a fire when confidence and hope began to fray, a dogged stance had made the beast retire; your Nation Isle had kept his wolves at bay. The flames from Hell are destined to expand when giants hide their heads beneath the sand.
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