Pearl Harbor III

Beneath the ash its morals face defeat as segregation separates is corps. The scars outline a union incomplete and wounds define its failure to restore. Though rally calls have filled a Nation’s heart and motivation fueled its vast machine, supremacy held unity apart and nothing but conceit lay in between. But still a Nation mustered to the rail as casualty arose from ‘neath the blaze. A gasping world could finally exhale for Solitude had risen from the haze. The knotted roots of bigotry transpire, though circumstances unify the ire. Though circumstances unify the ire, a world at war is something to behold. It sought salvation from the madding mire and prayed a savior stepped up from the fold In desperation, hope is but a prayer that floats upon an apathetic wind, its feckless whims eliminate despair and liberate a world so filled with sin. ‘Twas but a sign when stars fell from the shy upon a mighty giant fast asleep. A wailing world could sense that hope was nigh and though despoiled, no longer would it weep. Though harrowed days of evil cloaked the earth the morning’s light unveiled a Giant’s girth. The morning light unveiled a Giant’s girth as recompense awaited waking brawn. The Rising Sun, through rage, had given birth to zealousness that roused a rising dawn. A magnitude of vengeance fueled a force that resurrected steel and forged its fleet ‘twas but a quest that set upon a course to rise above the infamous defeat. But Nipon fire still terrorized the seas as fury roared to smite the mighty beast ‘twould be a mission measured in by degrees where all the fires of Hell have been released. Savation’s hope arose from ‘neath the dearth when all the stars from Heaven fell to Earth. When all the stars from Heaven fell to Earth, from ‘neath the flames a Phoenix would arise. It unified to gather all its worth when subterfuge had taken to the skies. It wielded strength to rise against the foes that cast the Earth into its darkest night. It fought for all ensnared within the throes to rectify the fading of the light. But Death would be price that must be paid when obstinance consumed an evil pride. On hallowed ground a marker would be laid for warriors that sank beneath the tide. Although the Phoenix rises from the hate, a heedless world implodes beneath the weight. A heedless world implodes beneath the weight, its devastation reaches far and wide. And, to the East, a Giant seals its fate as swarms of terror hunt Pacific’s pride. A stealthy barb empaled the Giant’s heart as solitude neglects the Harbor door. From isolation, now you must depart, for apathy has led the world to war. The Nippon Sun awoke its sleeping fleet, illuminating bigotry with fire. Beneath the ash, its morals face defeat though circumstances unify the ire. The morning light unveiled a Giant’s girth when all the stars from Heaven fell to Earth. Book: This War of Sons Chapter 8: Pearl Harbor 8/11/24