The ground is shaking, the world is changing,

The plates are suddenly rearranging

I hold your hand as my foundations crumble

I'm no longer me and I stagger and stumble

A crack in the earth appears, vast and deep,

And my walls fall down: you've overpowered this keep

I collapse inside as your eyes melt me down

And now new plants can grow in this fresh, altered ground

The End

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