are you not mad, the sky is falling !
The suns solar flares will tear us all to our doom.
Money is worthless. Go deep into your cave.
And combat with that squirrel for what it had preserved.
A sane world is but a thing spoken of in song.
To quieten the storm within.
Let yee Sell finger not prevail ,
to the one who said, she would never let go.
Whats that which rises in the dawn?
But sunlight from a different star.
Not ours that had abandoned us in the storm.
Holding the BET. Nothing has changed.
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