The Day of Infamy
A beautiful sunny day,
In the land of paradise.
Thunder rings in the distance as my,
Pulse quickens, and dread takes over.
There are no clouds in the skies,
I sense the devil is approaching.
Looking down from the mountain of heaven,
I see the hellfire from the,
Circle of blood from the devil.
The fire and blood falling from the sky,
As they hit the grey ladies when they sink.
Within a flash, I see thousands of bodies,
Flying, bleeding, and dying defenseless,
Against the devil,
The devil who flies in the sky, with the circle of blood.
This one act of cowardice will fuel the anger of,
The nation, which will ultimately lead to war.
This will be known as the Day of Infamy.
It is a day that America will never forget.
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