The strong and the weak,
Crumble to their feet,
With utter blinding defeat,
When shall destiny and fate meet?
From life they feel to retreat.
But they do not waste and die,
they spread battered wings to fly,
Though the Earth is slipping through hands,
that cannot hold steady,
other features are sharp, waiting and ready.
Their minds and hands shake,
as the deadly object wakes,
but the fatal connection breaks.
The strong and the weak,
shatter to their feet,
in praise they haven't faced sinful defeat.
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