Stray singular from Earth to mediocrity
Basic will
Fighting fortune and the ball and clasp
The ankle bites
The wrist roles
Hells kingdom breathes wild and narrow
Sighs
Then starts again
The world lost its list of energy
And sold its components to darkness
In structure the planet collapsed
But when was a mystery
Take the light bulb to the millennium
Take the laptop to biblical days
And a wide no will be warranted
Poised and planned the Earth gave up
Ridded us of us
Spilled our shadows to rest
Burned
About the Creator
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