If it must change...

If it must change, let it do so drastically.

I want all the seams ripped in one million pieces,

the cracks crumbling into a thousand rocks,

and sharpened glasses shattered into a billion shooting stars.

I want the fire grinning far and wide,

lightning bolting with all its might,

and thunder shaking the planet loose

with its rambunctious groan.

May the dramatics exceed all Hollywood expectations.

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