We still bear the scars from
releasing the flame the heat of sun
in a second, in a single flash
on the people of eastern islands
A cloud that condemned the living
to the realm of oblivion
as well as consuming the operator
of the trigger
Here we stand over half a century later
We still bearing the scars
Scars that stand as testament
to what should be eternally sealed
People of sands and tribes
trying to pick the lock
to open Paradora’s box
to satisfy tradition and superstition
Outdated morality in conjunction
with modern technology
is disastrous
The fire is extinguished
The smoke still lingers
The radiation still lingers
The human race will be in absolute relation
in the face of annihilation
