Battle for the Atlantic III

His restless wolves still taunt each dauntless ship, though sly attrition neutralized their hunt, for subterfuge let not a whisper slip as vantage shifted on the battlefront. A riddle solved unveiled the raging packs as alpha domination was denied. The murky depths, once cloaking their attacks, no longer let the roaming devil’s hide. Beware their silence seeking to avail for confidence shall feed complacency. Be vigilant, let not attentions flail, for peril still awaits beneath the sea. Let not the heart’s vehemency e’er tire as perseverance streams into the fire. As perseverance streams into the fire. attentions turn upon a weaker foe. His arrogance set eyes upon a spire that lay beyond the rigid Maginot. The French redoubt would prove to be benign as innovation sought another way. A swift assault would circumvent the Line conceived to hold all enemies at bay. This world stood fast as terror swept the land, it conquered all dominions in its path. It crushed all hope, for nothing could withstand the depths of retribution seeding wrath. ‘Tis but a quandary only war shall solve when rational lets sanity dissolve. When rationale lets sanity dissolve, search not for reason in the burning pyre, dare not debate when clouds of war revolve around the rogue that set the raging fire. Let no accord deceive a callow wit or honor any promise in disguise, lend not your hand accepting any writ conceding to the devil’s compromise. Such promises are buried in deceit when domination hails its iron might, for oligarchy wallows in conceit and only seeks the innocence to fight. As ruthlessness and tyranny evolve, the emptiness is left with no resolve. The emptiness is left with no resolve when tyranny pursues another path. ‘Tis absolute that despots will evolve to find divergent ways to render wrath. Your air shall fill with vicious birds of fire as domination seeks to own your sky. A captured flag will be the Devil’s spire and so, he lets his birds of evil fly. Against their wings, confront the rising storm and let your gallant youth repel the rage, then, soar with valor, let your spitfires swarm and pray dear Britain, as the birds engage. The consequence of war shall take its toll when anarchy consumes a barren soul, When anarchy consumes a barren soul, your destiny must front the disarray. Let faith in God and stamina control your chance of being predator or prey. An iron beast keeps clawing at the door with lone intent, your freedom it will wrest, as silent darkness resonates its roar, the terror fills the hearts of all abreast. But through this gauntlet threads of life still slip into the light, confronting Satan’s ire. His restless wolves still taunt each dauntless ship as perseverance streams into the fire. When rationale lets sanity dissolve, the emptiness is left with no resolve.