Water crashes on your shore
The foam frothing by jagged rocks
Erosion has spoilt the foundation
But still it stands
Solid in the moonlight, as rain batters the treetops
Seasons saunter and sun fades
The core churns far below
The end of days will come
Geysers will burst
Volcanoes will erupt
Earth will freeze and oceans boil
Your land will not heaven take
The craggy shell will remain
But you will look into the eye of the storm
And you will wonder what has taken him so long
And you will ask for more
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