The three horsemen of life's forever
Unfolding apocalypse, riding
Over a small planet's rocks and seas
And churning geology, finding
Ways to keep carrying on mayhem,
Even when knocked sideways by ice or
Asteroids, they swing their awful swords,
Cutting down simplicity, gouting
Geysers of bloody complexities.
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