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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 war machine

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