Is it coming from the inside? All these problem's Earth's been having. Are we weighing all-too heavy, Mass of man increasing steady. And all the potions we've been whipping, Transferring energy from almost nothing underneath us, Into piles of steel, trash, and make-up, magazines and mate-ups, wars and celebrations. Pounding on the door, knocking for the core, lava there, crumbling here. The pressure points stay safer, effecting change instead in once-obscure locations. Cause-and-effect, could anything ever be something else? Far-off the cracks may start, but home is one for all, so we'll all feel the shock. Like a pulsing, pounding body, an axis running swiftly, A wing is broken here, flight gets downed there, And the perfect patterns will continue shifting
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