"'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
He
rides on top of a white cloud.
He rides on top of a white elephant.
He
is the father of black holes.
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