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Slip, slide, falling to black. Who will save her? Standing up on her own, What good? For she is alone. Through the ages she will remain. Where be her destination once her shell is gone? Invisible, but to the One who longs to join with her, side by side, and under being too- One to help it through. Yet fate lies in the hands of two things, brain and heart, two organs collaborate. They eat and chew Earth’s knowledge, but nothing will appease them. Thus, not reaching an accord, their maker they abhor. She cannot control their findings, Yet is punished if they’re wrong, And finds herself falling. She watches from inside as the outer portion suffers. Thanks to those two organs, both may fall to the Dragon. The emotions of her skin reveal the inside lost and searching for a rescue. Help it, will you? For, in turn, you help her to find her way to end, throw Earth away.
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