Gravity charade
Explosions time controlled,
Every slate was wiped
Blank so lies would hold.
We along the perps,
Glued to our TV,
Obsolesced that day,
Impossibility.
"And the daughter of Zion is left as a cottage in a vineyard, as a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city." – Isaiah 1:8
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