The Battle of Britain III
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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Mark Massey
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