Here we stand as the forces blow Across the land Open minds and now open sores But no open hand Hiding in our trench of steel To witness the blast Nothing to say and now nothing to feel Now it's hopeless and past The wind that was meant to be Oppenheimer built radioactivity Buildings and houses crops and forethought Have now gone to ground All but the dust and the helpless debris Are all that are found Now his creation is purchased by gods Who must reconvene Deciding to cleanse the Earth of its life By priming their own warmachine Skil will grow soft blood will grow cold But not on your frame He mastered the deadliest weapon of all But was he insane He built it for life He built it for peace Oh that's what he thought But evilness knows no boundaries And satan will read from his court
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