A Synthetic Soul

Maybe The Sky Does Fall.

Hear the rumbling? Off in the distance?
I imagine it's troubling relevance.
Bombs dropping in the neighborhood.
How is it comprehended by the children?
Dust settling on something different.
I bet it's intenders have no idea at all.
In a big world, dust settling on the small.
Brick walls aren't $#!t anymore.
A nursery rhyme haunting me.

Maybe the sky does fall.







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