The Coordinator of Rapid Rupture’s Regret

By: Pandiculation (School of Mechanical, Aerospace and Civil Eng.)
Competition Year: 2014
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The warming glow of fire, has always had a price.
The deliverer Prometheus, received a sentence worse than life.
An eternity of agony. Pain, til the end of time.
I don’t expect dissimilar in the recompense that’s mine.

How many men, by my creation, will cease to live, and die?
How many lives, extinguished, in a fiery blink of eye?
Regret is all that clouds my thoughts, amid the carnage that unfurls.
‘Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds’

I bowed my head and sighed,
looked down and triggered all the switches
“It worked” said a voice. Another replied:
“Yeah, now we’re all sons of bitches”
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