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Five minutes ago Five minutes before his death A healthy man flipped a switch Now, miles from sunlight We hold six billion worlds In our hands And now we feel the shockwave Through the miles of concrete and steel We feel the sunrise of a million tiny suns And now we decide Whether to launch the missiles That end the world “Vengeance,” we ask? “Justice,” they scream.
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Jun 15, 2011
Jun 15, 2011 at 8:40 PM UTC
The Dead Hand or Three Men In A Bunker
Five minutes ago Five minutes before his death A healthy man flipped a switch Now, miles from sunlight We hold six billion worlds In our hands And now we feel the shockwave Through the miles of concrete and steel We feel the sunrise of a million tiny suns And now we decide Whether to launch the missiles That end the world “Vengeance,” we ask? “Justice,” they scream.
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david-lauer
American
Jun 15, 2011
Jun 15, 2011 at 8:40 PM UTC
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