I stared into the heart of woe
and bent it to my will.
Never thought it could burn me so
and the Trinity haunts me still.
The atom's heart reveals itself;
disclosure comes with pain.
We ripped her children from her womb
and were repaid with black rain.
Now we reach the dawn of a new sun,
made by our hands and fed souls to run.
Hasten! as the burned men rise;
shield your face from the opening sky.