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Oppenheimer

~ Such irony Creation would devise a mind that holds the secrets Hell conceals. ‘Tis blasphemous that man would improvise a conduit that prophecy reveals. ‘Tis but a curse to be the chosen one and know its secrets dwell within your mind and if unveiled, they cannot be undone for Revelation bides within design. But only hope shall shackle fires unbound as light and darkness seek to set it free. And, in the minds where thoughts of Hell resound, we pray that light is first find the key. The mind of man was destined to unveil a sentience where evil notions dwell.

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David Kavanagh

Date: 10/27/2024 10:00:00 AM

A wonderful sonnet Mark; If not Oppenheimer then it surely would have been someone else, the bomb was always an inevitability for man, but as you say (Tis but a curse to be the chosen one) Myself I’m a strong believer that Nukes are ironically the only thing keeping the peace between superpowers, and who knows one day they may well prove serendipitous to deflect an asteroid and save the planet, Oppenheimer will then become the saviour of worlds, hope I didn’t go off on a tangent, but you gave this reader food for thought with this superb piece, cheers David