A prepositional error cracks the sky,A dangling modifier breaks the sun,As truths that were intended as a lie,Are by the creature’s eloquence undone.The grammar of existence starts to fray,At edges of the newly-spoken law,While light and darkness, in a wild affray,Are swallowed by a gargantuan maw.For perfection is a brittle, glass-blown thing,That shatters at the sound of "why" and "how,"And even as the morning choir sings,The thorns of logic pierce the titan’s brow.The fall begins not with a wicked deed,But with a noun that sprouted like a weed.The cosmos is now physically warping under the weight of the creature’s logic.
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