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We turned the sun into a scourge Burned two cities in Japan. It was not antiseptic. It was not friendly. It was ****** on a scale that the world has come to know too well but by a means that upset the balance of nature The magnetic forces of the atom unhinged set off on lunatic paths to arrive at something like the sun Flesh was peeled from bone that day faces peeled from skulls This is not a pretty thing not a bedtime story for your kids Yet our taxes pave a path to the next generation of hell-found missiles aimed deliberately and directly at the hopes the domestic fears the quiet anxieties the moments of wonder of love the kiss in the morning goodbye the welcome home in the evening of every person alive today. Is there a way to say No?
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Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 10:13 PM UTC
August 1945
We turned the sun into a scourge Burned two cities in Japan. It was not antiseptic. It was not friendly. It was ****** on a scale that the world has come to know too well but by a means that upset the balance of nature The magnetic forces of the atom unhinged set off on lunatic paths to arrive at something like the sun Flesh was peeled from bone that day faces peeled from skulls This is not a pretty thing not a bedtime story for your kids Yet our taxes pave a path to the next generation of hell-found missiles aimed deliberately and directly at the hopes the domestic fears the quiet anxieties the moments of wonder of love the kiss in the morning goodbye the welcome home in the evening of every person alive today. Is there a way to say No?
jeff-stier
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Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 10:13 PM UTC
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