We Love the Bomb
Flash, white, piercing bright
sight runs down our cheeks
Blisters boil on blackened flesh
where yellow puss now seeps
Oxygen burnt from heated air
nothing left to breath
Piles of broken smoking bones
no one left to grieve
Before the thunderous roaring sound
splits our eardrums deep
Torrents of rushing, gushing wind
fling us from our feet.
Microscopic particles
penetrate our skins
Reaching down into our souls
to cleanse away our sins
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