Curse 

Tiny wings carry the biggest weight

A feather can create a balance for multiple sticks

Stillness in the air screams the silence of morning chirps

Purposeful feet making a beeline for predictions

Shooting star on the other side of the globe makes promises

For shoemakers, the breakers

Verticals become horizontals, everyone is a rabbit

Sleepy eyes imitate big brother, uniformed little people

Rules are made, rulers are broken, earth is a token

In the pocket of the dark universe

What a phantamagonic curse

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