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When the bombs fell, the world put on a different dress It wasn’t made of silk and cotton, but of charred flesh The waters turned to rot, the life seemed to disappear The beds of the young became fire, they didn’t have a chance to fear When the bombs fell, humanity took a hard swig For it knew of the damage done, it was already feeling sick As the screams echoed a hellish cry; safety a fairy tale, comfort a goodbye The streets cracked with dread and despair, nothing more to be When the bombs fell, God was merely away Jesus seemed to be foriegn, the Devil a mere ghost For this was something beyond evil, it was something more cold It was the smile of darkness, a black smile across the bodies When the bombs fell, nothing was organic It was twisted monstrosity, of inhuman conduction Gods black tears flowed the sewers, the hymns under the chaos The angel of death burnt away, as the smoke never cleared When the bombs fell, it was horror of mind The comprehension of it all, never was fully aware These moments came, and would never be again They were gone, charred to the tune of atomic choirs When the bombs fell, it was something Mere words can never say, what it truly was It was something disgusting, something vile something of humanities own creation, the sickest feeling of it all
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Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
When The Bombs Fell
When the bombs fell, the world put on a different dress It wasn’t made of silk and cotton, but of charred flesh The waters turned to rot, the life seemed to disappear The beds of the young became fire, they didn’t have a chance to fear When the bombs fell, humanity took a hard swig For it knew of the damage done, it was already feeling sick As the screams echoed a hellish cry; safety a fairy tale, comfort a goodbye The streets cracked with dread and despair, nothing more to be When the bombs fell, God was merely away Jesus seemed to be foriegn, the Devil a mere ghost For this was something beyond evil, it was something more cold It was the smile of darkness, a black smile across the bodies When the bombs fell, nothing was organic It was twisted monstrosity, of inhuman conduction Gods black tears flowed the sewers, the hymns under the chaos The angel of death burnt away, as the smoke never cleared When the bombs fell, it was horror of mind The comprehension of it all, never was fully aware These moments came, and would never be again They were gone, charred to the tune of atomic choirs When the bombs fell, it was something Mere words can never say, what it truly was It was something disgusting, something vile something of humanities own creation, the sickest feeling of it all
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Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
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