You Only Write Once-Boom
Boom.
The last thing we had heard
The last we lived
The first We died.
Our deaths were a warning.
A sign of revenge
We bombed their ships
They bombed our town
We saw it coming
And they brought us down
Boom.
What have we done?
We have made a bomb
That dwarfs all others
We think ourselves gods
But we are the devil
For only satan, would use such a thing.
A bomb like this
Should never be made
It is too powerful
Too easy to use
Boom
The blast heard world wide
It ended a war
Because no one could hide
How can you flee?
When it comes from above?
When it flattens a town
And incinerate the people
After the blast, there was but an echo
A silence so loud
That it drowned out the horror
For know one had thought
That we would actually use it
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