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TRINITY
Poem, a reflection on the book American Prometheus
Great ball of fire, erupting like a centuries-dormant volcano
mercilessly ripping through the oblivious atmosphere
Unbeknownst, a blast that shook the world
Flashes of yellow turned scarlet
turned violet, blue, and green
Plumes of pillage, war means triumph
The creators rejoiced, but it promptly subsided
for they created a monster, one of insurmountable strength
Destroyer of worlds
ingesting all surrounding light
glowing, lingering over the valley like a ghost
Demarcation of a new reality
A silent consciousness protrudes
Man has incited his own destruction
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