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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A heedless world implodes beneath the weight and all the West lies smoldering in flames. And nay a soul finds shelter from the hate as dire evil seeks intended aims. The despot waves of fire and iron roll upon whomever lies within his path. The gravity of war has taken toll and half the globe is swallowed in its wrath. But darkness slowly circumvents the sphere to silently perpetuate its will, and all the light on Earth shall disappear when warring clouds of infamy instill. And, as the worlds from East to West collide, its devastation reaches far and wide. Its devastation reaches far and wide as domination permeates the East. Expansionism slowly magnified and thus, the animosity increased. Consensus fails when tolerance erodes and consequence evolves into constrain. In due regard diplomacy implodes, for Nipon pride bows not to scant disdain. And, as the Giant reprimands the steal ‘tis fast asleep while strategy connives, for sly retorts undoubtedly conceal intent until the Rising Sun arrives. And, from the West aggressions resonate and to the East, a Giant seals its fate. And to the East, a Giant seals its fate as strategy is cloaked in compromise. ‘Tis but a ruse to merely satiate until the restless Sun begins to rise. And once aloft the fog of morn conceals the glaring wings with eyes of vivid red, though in their sites the dawning light reveals the summit of Niitaka up ahead. ‘Tis mere deceit when rendering assail to set the world afire by morning’s wake. ‘Tis foolish pride that tugs the lion’s tail and weighing not the consequence at stake. When tora wails, no longer will you hide as swarms of terror hunt Pacific’s pride. As swarms of terror hunt Pacific’s pride, the Giant wakes to greet the dawning day. It fails to know its morning will collide with infamy from half a world away. For as the Sun peaks o’er horizons crest, the fiery swarms descend on rays of light. They ferried West upon a buoyant nest and caught the wind, then stung with all their might. But all would not be forced to face the ire when devastation breached the Harbor quay. Though iron and steel lay victim to the fire, the Giant’s floating nests were out to sea. When solitude chose not to play a part, a stealthy barb impaled the Giant’s heart. A stealthy barb empaled the Giant’s heart for ne’er a star perceived a deed so bold. Such foolery to tender such a start not knowing if the Giant’s will would fold. Such arrogance to test its fortitude without the sustenance to stay the course or, to negate reprisal’s magnitude if failing to annihilate its force. But still you chose to blacken Titan’s eye by sending retribution to its door. And, when your malice swept down from the sky the whole of planet Earth would be at war. Aggressions, you no longer can ignore as solitude neglects the Harbor’s door.
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