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- Delusions of grandeur writhe in his mind
- Self destruction can't understand the find
- Of a millennium of terror
- And a month in a blender.
- Doctors friends break up,
- Places stay static in elevators
- Drinking from other places' cup.
- Awake bastards pump the wheel,
- For no reason other than to let others feel.
- Something aside from their lighting and balloons,
- Makes their hearts melt.
- And it's below Van Allan's Belt.
- And I wonder why we let this mess happen,
- It's a rollercoaster to hell,
- and the seatbelts won't fasten.
- Something destroyed the ability for facts to tell.
- Warning signs were there,
- Largely writ in the weather.
- Coincidences don't occur,
- Not on a scale like this.
- This is no data blur.
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