.It was newborn and ten feet tall,
But they called it little boy,
And C7, H5, O6, N3 they called him
T-N-T.
The fireball would dim the sun,
Promising death in it's cruelest form.
Hiroshima Mon Amour>
As we beg to be forgiven do you spit,
In our face and curse .
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