"'Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds." The Bhagavad-Gita
He rode on top of a white cloud.
He rode on top of a white elephant.
But this wasn't the circus
and he was no clown.
He was the father of black holes
when the bombs began to fall.
He tried to close the coffin
that he opened but it was too late.
Warheads multiplied like rumors.
Nobody kept them secret.
If you look high enough, you can see him.
He rides on top of a white cloud.
He rides on top of a white elephant.
He is the father of black holes.