Space is nothing but the definition of boar and a place that no man has been before,

My old friend I thought he was mad so I always told him to shush, but in the future he was telling the truth,

Meteors rained and killed the sun and in the end the world was done,

Every thing and everyone thought it was over but all their was left was a four leaf clover,

It spread and spread and the earth rose again the world was full of women and men,

When the world was back to normal and quite steady and if it happens again we would be ready,

ferociously volcanoes errupt and the will be disturbed.


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