Master of the Flame

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Outdated morality in conjunction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