Gravity has a consequence.
The sun will fry your ass.
Try to run on without water,
You’ll soon run out of gas.
There’s rules that we must notice.
And follow, if we like.
Or go our own way in that darkness.
The black at the end of life.
It’s an algorithm. A candle at night.
Predicting what’s wrong.
Changing what’s right.
It’s a formula. A recipe.
Once you see it, you will be
At ease with reality.
Enjoy the show.
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