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And the Sun is Starting its Eventual Descent there is

Palpable Tremor in the Earths' Fabric of the Need to Crush

The Leaves as it turns Brown There goes the Bluebird

With The Broken Vocal Chords healed by the Afternoon

Breeze Yet but can quite let It sing the Bluebiird does not

Want to Gaze at the West side Horizon

As It has Travelled there before and Burnt its Feathers

Phoenix did some one say

Ashes and Stardust are but Burnt Remnants of Another

Age

The Now has rocks that roll down the Passage of Eons

All this goes out of Gear as there is a Volcano pleading with

The Tsunami to save burn slow down Yet not expecting

Charity From the Mighty Occeans' Clamour with its shore

Can the Shore ever Devour the Crest

Absolute is the Result of Net Grossness of Humans

Think for Once we have No Choice but to Rejoice

The Dance of Death running Another life into Earth as

Another just Breathes its Last

Like Mine is Waiting to be Devastated by the Avarice

Of Looking at the Booty Of All Things

Sweet that likes me and I

It