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Cracking Bones
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Cracking Bones

Cracking bones
Cracking stones
Elderly left to nursing homes
Mountains tumble
Cities crumble
All due to the changing ocean tide
If moon's phases never changed
And loved ones' faces failed to age
I'd loose myself from opaque cage
And no more falling skin and gray hairs hide
But leaders fall
Both short and tall
Crushed by ticking on the wall
Withered hands
No longer stands
Skin like stretched out rubber bands
While hair falls out in straggly strands
Bequeathed to youth, the emperor's lands
For fearing the loss of his hourglass' sands
Preferring death to one's own drone
The final hour, he cried alone

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