Mass Destrucrion
The ever growing state of emergency
urging the phoenix to rise.
The expanding girth of this named storm
battering the mental state of the liberals.
The mind blowing reverberation
reverberating solo in unison.
The fortification of the island citadel,
will never succumb shall never fail.
The waxing moon shone through,
til the point of the matter is mute.
The damage is insurmountable,
and is the final lever in this fable.
Combined in full effect to affect
this nation is purely a weapon of
mass destruction.
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