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Ludwig Von 88
Hiroshima
Manhattan
Planning to update
The bowels of matter
The weapon that will unleash fire
And will move the earth
Betting on my impulses
Eminently destructive
They all saw in me
The saving envoy
They had barely carried me in the light
That they worshiped without fear my supposed power
Wishing as quickly as possible to see me burn the boards
With my abrasive breath, with my intense heat
A few unstable atoms
Rather fickle morals
Ready to burst into flames
At the first opportunity
At five twenty-nine and forty five
They are the equals of the gods
Having in their hands the means
To generate fire
Hardly celebrated my first feat of strength
They were already itching
To throw myself into the crowd
To measure the extent of my enthusiasm
The exhilaration of victory seizes
Turns their heads, makes their eyes shine
Holders of the sacred fire
Impartial and furious missionaries
And they sit at the highest point in the world
/>Stirring up all desires
Not knowing which filthy demon
They fell under the influence