With it came a monster. On August 6th. For at this moment people were scared. After this date people were terrified. By this date people were removed from society. In a time of hate against the nazies. Instead of helping they put it upon themselves. Near the date of 1946. Between the choices of winning or losing we chose winning.
Through the skies we lead with terror. Over the town of Hiroshima we carried a shell. Up in the shell was a nuclear power. According to The Third Reich they had won. But no. Around this area were among 350,000 innocent people. That we hadn't realized. Beyond their skins we still knew they were japanese.
Into the horizon I could see the Hiroshima Bay. Still we had a job to do. Within this city lied the truth about the Americans. Without the truth America wouldn't have won. Upon arrival the truth was prepped. From above we came to realese this truth. Across this truth was the American right. Freedom. Along the skies we dropped the truth. This truth was the windshield wiper of Hiroshima. Toward impact we were gone. Before closing my eyes I thought about Hiroshima. The cherry blossoms. They were beautiful. Boom. Boom. Boom. Beside us was the mushroom. A non-edible mushroom. Below was the water. Beneath us was the plane. During this time was terror. Under was the truth.
