God be with you!
Bring peace along with you, too!
A postman is about to deliver a bouquet of fate, made in America.
The plan has been painted with cold wax and the envelope must be kept sealed
for a journey to the unknown families and a familiar enemy

Repaying past visit, you leave us, our best regards trail behind you
Now flap your wings fatefully on your way to the east
where half-rising sun will be knocked down into unusually longer night

The sun will bow down when Enola Gay peering from the left horizon
But pray before you drop a bunch of serenity somewhere in Pacific
because no one will be left for the funeral chant