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Structures ripped clean of the earth,
Fragile foundations compromised,
Into pieces they each are broken,
Demolished, they join the ruins.

Fallen as though they never stood,
Blown down as each becomes the earth.

Beings ripped clean of the earth,
Frail mortalities unveiled,
Into space they each are thrown,
Displaced, they join the infinite.

Drifting as though they never stood,
Blowing as each becomes the wind.

To breeze it falls, a phantom silence blankets all,
And silence alone remains,
And clean, refreshed, the earth can finally have its rest,
Prepared to build over again.

Wipe clean the surface of the planet,
Strip the earth bare,
Peel away the skin of the earth,
Wipe all history, erase all records,
Strip the earth bare,
This shall be the first new day.

The tempest comes to purge the earth...
The winds arise to blow away the dead wood.

Blast forth, the tempest arrives,
To rid the world its stains
Blast forth, the winds arise,
To blow away the dead wood.

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