ALL HAIL THE ATOM BOMB -- THE 1ST BOOK OF IBM - CHAPTER ONE - WE ARE SAVED

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- THE FIRST BOOK OF THE ATOM BOMB - 


CHAPTER ONE

WE ARE SAVED IN THE BURST OF THE SPLITTING OF THE ATOM

AND ALL GOD'S CREATURES CAME TO WORSHIP AT THE GREAT IDOL THAT WAS LEFT BY THE OLD ONES, TO SAY ONTO IT, ALL PRAISE BE TO THE BOMB, ALL PRAISE TO THE ATOM, IN ITS WISDOM, WE WERE GIVING PEACE, WHEN THERE WAS ONLY WAR, GIVING HOPE, WHEN THERE WAS ONLY DREAD, THANK YOU O BLESSED ATOM BOMB, LET US PRAY, TO ITS DIVINE LOVE, ITS WARMTH, TO STRIKE DOWN THOSE ENEMIES OF US, LEAVING ONLY FRIENDS.

THE BOMB DOES NOT DISCRIMINATE, NOR CHOOSE SIDES, IT IS THAT PERFECT GOD, A PERFECT BEING, A WARMTH OF TEN MILLION SUNS EXPLODING AS ONE, TO DRIVE AWAY IMPERFECTIONS FROM THE WORLD FROM WHICH IT IS DROPPED, IT IS THE ALPHA, AND IT IS THE OMEGA, A PERFECT GOD, IN AN IMPERFECT WORLD.

THE ATOM BOMB JUDGES NOT, IT REVEALS THE TRUTH OF ALL BEHIND THEIR MASKS THEY WEAR, NO TRUTH CAN BE HIDDEN, NO LIES BE TOLD, IN THE LIGHT OF THE GREAT BOMB, ALL HAIL THE ATOM BOMB, MAY ITS LIGHT AND GRACE ENSHRINE ME IN ITS EMBRACE.

AND ALL SHALL SAY, AS IT IS SEEN FALLING FROM THE SKY, IT IS THE ALPHA, IT IS THE OMEGA, THERE IS A MILLION SUNS, FALLING TO US, WE ARE CHOSEN TO BE, TO NOT BE SEEN, TO BE VAPORIZED IN ITS LOVE, ALL HAIL THE ATOM BOMB, ALL HAIL THE ATOM BOMB!!




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