WICKED RAIN
Could they have imagined?
Could they really have known?
Was their sanity questioned,
Were their hearts turned to stone?
Not that it matters,
The past is the past,
The Evil today,
Is sufficient to last.
The Demon came calling in August
Though the candle was lit in July
The General made sure,
The Virgin was pure,
So that death could rain from the sky.
It's time to learn the story,
Let those with ears now hear,
We've shown madness in the garden,
Now the reaper has appeared.
“I'm the blood you spilled in anger,
The tears that fall in vain,
I'm you child of wonder
Your prodigy of pain
I am the dream of madmen,
I am lightning in their veins
I am darkness I am death,
Your science gone insane,
I am the silent thunders
Just look if you would know,
Behold the tears of GOD,
In the Shattered atoms glow.
A note;
Little boy and fatman, were the code names of the atomic bombs dropped August 6, and August 9, 1945 on Hiroshima and Nagasaki Japan.
The demon was a code name for the core of a plutonium bomb.
The General,
Paul Tibbets, pilot Commander of the Enola gay, that dropped little boy, retired a General in the Air Force.
The candle is lit, was the code for the first successful test, July 17, 1945 at white sands New Mexico.
