Children of the Atom
By Cykeclops

As the electron spins with glorious light
Choas burns with all its might
Children of the atom; humanity's blight

Born with something they fear so
Always hiding, paranoia sowed
Always hiding; looking for shadows to abode
Children of the atom, tried and stoned

Why must they hate us?
Why must they fear?
Children of the atom, do not shed a tear

When the wind blows those winter nights
And all you ponder are your mutant mights
Look above, oh glorious children.
Children of the atom, may God take pity on your plight

Why must they hate us?
Why must they fear?
Children of the atom, your time is near

When shouts of bloodshed arrive at your door
Remember that your suffering shall be no more
For they have come to take you home, oh oppressed and poor
Children of the atom, death is at your door

Why must they hate us
Why must they fear
Children of the atom, your soul is no longer here

Upon the pearly gates of heaven
As you stand within the bread and mana
God will stand and make his judgement bold
He hath no mutant known

And as human and mutant stand alike
Before God's throne and all his might
No longer shall their be strife or fight
Children of Adam, equal in heaven's light