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Linda Jun 2018
He wanted to be an innocent chemist, this is not the future he foresaw,
But he's bound by morality and blinded by the law.
The government does not hear because they're filled with ideas war,
He tries his best to prevent death, and still they scream for more.
He can't end it once they have started the construction.
An artists, yet his music is a sonnet of destruction.
No one stops to ask if he believes in what he does,
Because he's not a killer or a thief and never was.
One more bomb, one more chain of fission,
No time to stop and breathe because now it isn't his decision.
Linda Jun 2018
I am the plutonium bomb,
I am not very rare,
I burn like stars in the sky;
Yet my walls are too high
And my insecurity is too deep,
For I am so difficult to be created!

You are the uranium bomb,
You are the rare atom, one in a million.
The one that everyone had been searching for,
In order to create a massive fusion.

And together
We can create the hydrogen bomb
And explode the whole world

However,
We were too toxic,
Too destructive for each other.

— The End —