The world tilts on its axis
Hollow on one side
Slightly dented
As it turns its wobbly course
Trading seasons for seasons
Until all seasons fade
To one long, raging, unpredictable storm
First they follow science to try to work it out
Then they follow God, the followers of every god
Then the followers turn simply to the Earth
And desperately try to fill it
Stuffing to smooth the concave edge
But it will not mend, it's been too long
Instead the hollow, empty of flesh
Held together by cracked skin and brittle bones
Breaks apart, and the entire planet crumbles
As the ancient has its end.
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